Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Episode 5, Chapter 7

Pazu (lon_lsama@hotmail.com)

 

                        Rise from the Ashes

                        Day 3 - Investigation

 

                        February 24, 3:12 PM

                        Wright & Co. Law Offices

 

Ema:                I'm so sorry, Mr. Wright.

Ema:                I'm sorry for what my sister

                        said...

Lana:                Drastic crimes require

                        drastic measures...

Lana:                That's just the way it is.

Lana:                We did what we had to...

                        in order for him to get the

                        verdict he deserved.

Ema:                I... didn't know.

Ema:                I never knew that the

                        "SL-9 Incident" was just

                        another name for...

Ema:                the "Joe Darke Killings."

Phoenix:           (Sounds like everyone's heard

                        about these killings but

                        me...)

Ema:                Lana wanted Darke convicted so

                        badly!

Ema:                That's why she used me...

                        That's why she used what

                        happened to me.

Phoenix:           What do you mean, "what

                        happened" to you?

Ema:                It's all there in the file...

Ema:                Joe Darke's last victim was

                        Prosecutor Neil Marshall.

Ema:                When he murdered Officer

                        Marshall's brother,

Ema:                he left behind an

                        incriminating piece of

                        evidence.

Phoenix:           But what did you have to do

                        with those killings, Ema?

Ema:                On the night Prosecutor Neil

                        Marshall was murdered, Joe

                        Darke... tried to kill me.

Phoenix:           What? He tried to kill you!?

Ema:                Officer Marshall's brother...

                        Neil... was only trying to

                        save me.

Phoenix:           So that means you...

Ema:                Yes.

Ema:                I was a witness in the Joe

                        Darke trial.

Phoenix:           (I didn't see that one

                        coming!)

 

 

                        >Examine: Desk

 

Phoenix:           Mia's desk.

Phoenix:           I sit here even less now

                        that I've stopped taking

                        cases.

Ema:                Uh oh! I have a math test

                        coming up next week!

                        I'd better study!

Ema:                I'm borrowing this desk, okay?

Ema:                1 + 1 = 2

                        1 + 2 = 3

                        1 + 3 = 4

Phoenix:           (If that's what they're

                        teaching in high school math,

                        we're in serious trouble.)

 

                        >Examine: Bookshelf

 

Phoenix:           Difficult-looking legal books

                        stand in a formidable row.

                        They mock me.

Ema:                Oh, I tried studying one of

                        those just now.

Ema:                Remember what they were

                        talking about in the

                        trial yesterday...?

Phoenix:           Oh, right, evidence law.

                        So, did you learn anything?

Ema:                Well, when I tried reading

                        it made my head hurt.

Phoenix:           Oh...

Ema:                Then, when I closed it, it

                        slipped out of my hand and

                        fell on my foot.

Phoenix:           (Oddly enough I find myself

                        identifying with her on this

                        one...)

 

 

                        >Present: Goodman's ID /

                        Lost Item Report

 

Ema:                Mr. Goodman didn't have this

                        on the day of the crime,

                        right?

Phoenix:           Right. A few days before he

                        was murdered,

Phoenix:           he had filed a lost item

                        report.

Phoenix:           (Although "stolen item" is

                        more like it...)

Phoenix:           (Swiped by that lone wolf who

                        dressed up like him.)

Ema:                I never would have thought

                        Officer Marshall the type to

                        do something like that.

Phoenix:           It didn't come as much of a

                        surprise to me...

 

                        >Present: Edgeworth's Knife

 

Ema:                So... Mr. Edgeworth's knife

                        was the murder weapon?

Phoenix:           Right... or so the witness,

                        Ms. Starr, claims.

Phoenix:           She saw your sister stab

                        Mr. Goodman with this knife.

Ema:                Ugh...

                        You know, all of this is

                        that Angel Starr's fault!

Phoenix:           She's not the one on trial

                        here.

Ema:                Well, no, but she must have

                        seen it wrong!

Phoenix:           Her eyesight isn't on trial

                        here, either.

 

                        >Present: Lana's Cell Phone

 

Phoenix:           According to Ms. Starr's

                        testimony...

Phoenix:           Ms. Skye used her phone right

                        after the murder... she called

                        you, right?

Ema:                B-but...!

                        She hung up right away.

Ema:                And it was a bad connection.

                        I couldn't hear anything.

Phoenix:           (It was an underground parking

                        lot, I suppose...)

Ema:                She did say something about

                        a "muffler"...

Ema:                But like I said, she hung up

                        right away.

 

                        >Present: Victim's Shoe

 

Phoenix:           There was something strange

                        about this shoe, wasn't

                        there?

Phoenix:           Let's see, what was it...?

Ema:                The traces of blood on its

                        sole.

Ema:                There wasn't any blood found

                        at the Prosecutor's Office's

                        underground parking lot.

Phoenix:           But we did find blood on the

                        floor somewhere, didn't we?

Phoenix:           Where was that again...?

Ema:                In the evidence room at the

                        Police Department.

Ema:                Now stop using me as your

                        memo pad!!!

 

                        >Present: Switchblade Knife

 

Phoenix:           Why would this have been

                        in the car's exhaust pipe?

Ema:                It's evidence from an

                        old case, right?

Phoenix:           Right... the SL-9 Incident.

                        It was solved, apparently.

Phoenix:           (This knife was stolen on

                        the day of the evidence

                        transferal...)

Phoenix:           (Maybe I should look into

                        this "SL-9 Incident"...)

 

                        >Present: Luminol Testing Fluid

 

Ema:                This stuff is pretty

                        expensive.

Phoenix:           You don't say. How much?

Ema:                I'd say about $10 per gram!

Ema:                I save up my allowance

                        to buy it.

Phoenix:           Your allowance...? Does

                        your sister give you that?

Ema:                Yes.

                        We don't have parents...

Phoenix:           R-right...

Ema:                Sometimes she even gives me

                        a bottle instead of my

                        allowance!

Phoenix:           A bottle of luminol testing

                        fluid...?

Phoenix:           (Man, I'd just take the

                        allowance myself...)

 

                        >Present: ID Card Record

 

Ema:                There's only one number left

                        to check out.

Phoenix:           That's right. We now know the

                        other numbers aren't related

                        to the murder.

Phoenix:           "7777777"...

                        An "executive officer."

Ema:                Sevensevensevensevenseven-

                        sevensevenseven...

Phoenix:           Uh, I believe that's one

                        "seven" too many...

Phoenix:           (We can't find out whose

                        number this is unless we have

                        some incriminating evidence.)

Phoenix:           (That's going to be hard to

                        dig up by tomorrow...)

 

                        >Present: Fingerprinting Set

 

Ema:                Mr. Edgeworth is so kind,

                        giving us something like this.

Ema:                Hey! You don't think he...

                        he... likes me, do you?

Ema:                ...

Phoenix:           Are you okay, Ema?

Ema:                Mr. Wright! Hurry!

                        RUN!!!

Ema:                AHH-CHOOOO!!!

Phoenix:           ...

Ema:                ...

Ema:                Here, I'll wipe those

                        fingerprints off your face.

Phoenix:           (Might as well wipe my dignity

                        away too while you're at it.)

 

                        >Present: Screwdriver

 

Phoenix:           This screwdriver was at

                        Edgeworth's office, wasn't it?

Ema:                Yes. He said it didn't have

                        anything to do with the crime.

Phoenix:           ...

Phoenix:           Then what are we doing

                        carrying it around?

Ema:                Hey, don't ask me! I'm not the

                        one making the decisions

                        around here!

Phoenix:           (If I recall...)

Phoenix:           (Edgeworth said Chief Gant

                        asked him to take this to

                        the Prosecutor's Office.)

 

                        >Present: Unstable Jar

 

Phoenix:           This jar's pretty fragile.

Ema:                It looks like it's about to

                        break apart!

Phoenix:           What do you mean, "about to"?

                        It's already broken.

Ema:                I meant again...

Phoenix:           (This piece was found in

                        Detective Goodman's evidence

                        locker.)

Phoenix:           (That means...)

Ema:                This is somehow related to

                        that other incident...

 

                        >Present: Marshall's Prints

 

Phoenix:           This fingerprint was left on

                        the locker when Marshall

                        was stashing his bloody coat.

Ema:                I guess that blood wasn't Mr.

                        Goodman's after all.

Phoenix:           Nope. Just that of an overly

                        zealous patrolman.

Ema:                So there wasn't a murder at

                        the Police Department at 5:15

                        in the end.

Phoenix:           (I wonder what's going to

                        happen to Officer Marshall

                        now...)

 

                        >Present: Security Video

 

Ema:                We owe our entire success in

                        court today to this tape.

Phoenix:           At first I thought it was a

                        joke,

Phoenix:           but it turned out to be a

                        goldmine of evidence.

Ema:                I counted a total of five

                        clues in it.

Phoenix:           It also gave the Blue Badger

                        some publicity...

Phoenix:           of the negative sort, that is.

 

                        >Present: SL-9 Incident Files

 

Phoenix:           It seems everything is

                        somehow related to this

                        incident.

Ema:                What was it labeled, again?

                        The "SL-9 Incident"?

Phoenix:           Yes. The name of everyone

                        connected to this trial is

                        listed in here.

Phoenix:           All that's left...

Phoenix:           is to figure out just what

                        role everyone plays in this

                        case.

Phoenix:           If we search hard enough, I

                        think we'll find our answers.

Phoenix:           (What exactly did, or didn't,

                        Lana do?)

Ema:                I'm not sure I want to know

                        everything...

 

                        >Present: Gant Team Picture /

                        Neil's Autopsy Report /

                        Letter of Resignation

 

Phoenix:           Here, see this?

Ema:                Ahh! I've noticed that defense

                        attorneys have a tendency to

                        want to show people things.

Phoenix:           (What is this? A behavioral

                        study of lawyers?)

 

 

                        >Move: Detention Center

 

                        February 24

                        Detention Center

                        Visitor's Room

 

Ema:                Looks like they're questioning

                        Lana again.

Phoenix:           (I guess we're not the only

                        ones who want to question

                        her...)

Ema:                Well, since we've come all

                        this way, why don't we go see

                        Mr. Meekins?

Phoenix:           Uh...

                        Let's not and say we did.

Phoenix:           (I'd rather come back and

                        do that later.)

 

                       

                        >Move: Underground Parking Lot

 

                        February 24

                        Detention Center

                        Underground Parking Lot

 

Phoenix:           No one's here today...

                        Not even Ms. Starr.

Ema:                Everyone's probably busy

                        looking into what exactly went

                        down in the evidence room.

Ema:                That must be where the

                        detectives are.

Phoenix:           But we proved in court today

                        that no one was murdered in

                        the evidence room at 5:15 PM,

Phoenix:           on the day of the crime.

Ema:                Yeah. I thought we were

                        finally making some headway in

                        our case!

Phoenix:           But instead it looks like we

                        just ended up making Lana look

                        even more guilty.

Ema:                Hang in there, Lana...

Phoenix:           (I've got to find all the

                        answers by tomorrow!)

 

 

                        >Examine: Wall

 

Ema:                So, this is the famous

                        divider.

Phoenix:           It sure helped us knock a

                        hole in that testimony

                        yesterday.

Phoenix:           Come to think of it, this

                        divider helped our case more

                        than the actual witness.

Ema:                The great divider!

                        A chip off the old parking

                        block!

Phoenix:           It's just a wall.

                        (Scientifically speaking...)

 

                        >Examine: Oil Drum

 

Phoenix:           So, this is the famous

                        oil drum.

Ema:                Well, no time like the

                        present! I'll try to kick

                        it over myself!

Ema:                Hii-yah!

Ema:                ...

Ema:                ...

Phoenix:           Th-that's okay. Don't cry.

                        (That Lana Skye must be a

                        powerful woman...)

 

                        >Examine: Trunk

 

Ema:                That's where we found

                        that note.

Phoenix:           "2/21 SL-9"...

                        The SL-9 Incident.

Ema:                A case that was due for

                        transferal the day of

                        the murder.

Ema:                I never knew...

                        The "SL-9 Incident" referred

                        to...

Phoenix:           The Joe Darke Killings.

Phoenix:           (Everyone in this case played

                        some part in that incident.)

Phoenix:           (This has to be more than just

                        sheer coincidence!)

 

                        >Examine: B Block Fence

 

Phoenix:           "B Block" is through there.

                        That's where visitors park.

Ema:                So...

                        Ms. Starr climbed over

                        this fence!?

Phoenix:           I-it seems so, yeah.

                        (That fence is 9 feet high

                        at least!)

Ema:                Well no time like the

                        present! I think I'll

                        give it a little try!

Ema:                Eeeek!

Ema:                ...

Ema:                ...

Phoenix:           I-it's okay, don't cry.

                        (Maybe there's a Lunchland

                        Olympics team?)

 

 

                        >Move: High Prosecutor's Office

 

                        February 24

                        High Prosecutor's Office

                        Room 1202

 

Ema:                Mr. Edgeworth isn't here.

Phoenix:           Maybe he's being questioned

                        by an inquiry committee?

Phoenix:           (He took a real beating in

                        court today...)

Ema:                Yeah, with  Lana admitting to

                        falsifying evidence two years

                        ago...

Phoenix:           I guess we'll just have to

                        come back later.

 

 

                        >Examine: Bouquet

 

Ema:                My, my, my! What an amazing

                        bouquet! Just right for

                        Mr. Edgeworth.

Phoenix:           No kidding. Hey, there's

                        a card on it...

Phoenix:           "To be or not to be -- Wendy"

Phoenix:           ("Wendy?" ...

                        I've heard that name

                        somewhere before.)

Ema:                And beside it...

                        A giant Steel Samurai!

Ema:                Wow, I want one!

Phoenix:           Huh? There's something

                        written on the bottom

                        of his foot.

Phoenix:           "To every cloud, there is

                        a silver lining. -- Wendy"

Ema:                Was this the same message

                        that was here yesterday?

 

                        >Examine: Window

 

Ema:                Whoa!

Ema:                What a view! It must be

                        nice to have an office on

                        the 12th floor.

Phoenix:           I guess you would feel...

                        important.

Ema                 Incidentally...

Ema:                Were you to jump out this

                        window, your chance of

                        fatality would be...

Ema:                ...

Ema:                Got it!

                        99.9998 percent!

Phoenix:           (There's a 0.0002% chance

                        you'd live?)

 

                       

                        >Move: Underground Parking Lot

                        >Move: Police Dept. Entrance

 

                        February 24

                        Police Department

                        Entrance

 

Marshall:           Howdy, Bambina.

Ema:                Oh, Mr. Marshall!

Marshall:           I never thought things'd turn

                        out this way when I woke up

                        this morning.

Marshall:           Que serà serà. You never know

                        where life'll lead you, eh

                        Bambina?

Marshall:           I should've known my luck had

                        run out when ol' Billy dried

                        up this morning.

Ema:                Billy...?

Phoenix:           Must be his pet cactus.

Phoenix:           Say, where are you headed?

Marshall:           Just over to the Prosecutor's

                        Office for a little

                        interrogation.

Marshall:           It's a "voluntary" appearance,

                        but we all know I won't be

                        coming back.

Marshall:           Sorry, but you can't go in the

                        evidence room today, pardner.

Ema:                But Mr. Marshall...

                        Why did you do it?

Marshall:           Why do prospectors head west?

Marshall:           If ever there was a case I

                        needed to know the truth

                        about, it was that one.

Phoenix:           Before you turn yourself in,

                        Mr. Marshall...

Phoenix:           would you mind telling us

                        exactly what happened?

Marshall:           Hmph...

                        Looks like I won't be getting

                        a steak lunch today.

 

 

                        >Examine: Blue Badger

 

Phoenix:           The Blue Badger is still

                        writhing around today.

Phoenix:           Let's give him the benefit

                        of the doubt and say he's

                        dancing.

Phoenix:           (Speaking of "dancing"...)

Phoenix:           (The whole Police Department

                        has been dancing about like

                        crazy since the other day...)

Ema:                Can I take out

                        his batteries?

Ema:                I just can't help but feel

                        he's going to do something

                        naughty!

 

                        >Examine: Officers

 

Phoenix:           Look, that patrolman is

                        saluting that other guy.

                        He must be a detective!

Police:              So I cuff the lout, right?

                        Then you know what he says?

Police:              "What are you, a moron? I'm an

                        undercover agent!"

Patrolman:        Oh, man. I hate it when that

                        happens!

Ema:                ...

Ema:                I guess he wasn't saluting,

                        he was just listening to how

                        his friend messed up.

Phoenix:           They make a good pair.

 

 

                        >Present: [anything]

 

Ema:                Mr. Marshall! Could you please

                        have a look at this?

Marshall:           Sorry, Bambina.

Marshall:           I'm not a patrolman anymore,

                        and I'm certainly not a

                        detective.

Marshall:           I'm nothing more than a

                        wanted man, now.

Marshall:           These old eyes of mine have

                        seen too much as it is.

 

 

                        >Talk: Darke trial

 

Marshall:           Something was fishy about that

                        trial from the beginning.

Marshall:           It wasn't just me either. All

                        the detectives thought so.

Phoenix:           What do you mean, "fishy"?

Marshall:           Some of the facts reported

                        were inconsistent with the

                        evidence we found.

Marshall:           For example... the murder

                        weapon.

Phoenix:           The murder weapon? You mean...

                        that switchblade knife with

                        the broken tip?

Marshall:           That was Joe Darke's, all

                        right.

Marshall:           But... in the initial autopsy

                        report, a question was

                        raised.

Ema:                A question...?

Marshall:           The blade of the knife was

                        not a perfect match with the

                        wound the victim sustained.

Phoenix:           What does that mean?

Marshall:           It means there is a good

                        chance that knife was

                        not the murder weapon.

Phoenix:           ...!

Marshall:           However, in the report that

                        was finally submitted, that

                        possibility had been erased.

Phoenix:           (Could the facts have been

                        concealed with forged

                        evidence...?)

Marshall:           That case left behind scars

                        on all of us.

Ema:                The "scars" that the SL-9

                        Incident left behind...

 

                        >Talk: Prosecutor Marshall

 

Marshall:           I got the looks, but he got

                        the brains. He was one of the

                        best prosecutors around.

Marshall:           I had just made detective when

                        it went down.

Marshall:           It was our first case

                        together...

Ema:                How old was he... your

                        brother?

Marshall:           He was 27 at the time.

Marshall:           He was awarded the highest

                        honor that very day.

Phoenix:           The... "highest honor"?

                        You don't mean...

Marshall:           King of Prosecutors.

Phoenix:           (Not that again...)

Marshall:           What are you looking at me

                        like that for? That's an honor

                        for a prosecutor!

Phoenix:           (Mr. Marshall must have really

                        been close with his brother.)

Ema:                The day the SL-9 Incident

                        took place,

                        that wasn't the same day as...

Marshall:           That's right. It was the day

                        of the evidence transferal.

Phoenix:           ...!
                        Interesting...

Marshall:           It was drizzling that
                        morning, and by nightfall
                        there was thunder.

Marshall:           I can't believe two years
                        have gone by already.

Marshall:           I tried to steal the evidence
                        so the case wouldn't die.

Phoenix:           (Apparently someone tried to
                        stop you.)

Phoenix:           (Detective Goodman was
                        murdered... and the evidence
                        locker was empty.)

 

                        >Talk: Scars

 

Marshall:           There was something going on

                        behind the scenes in that

                        case. We all knew that later.

Marshall:           Every detective involved in

                        that investigation, save one,

                        was... taken care of.

Marshall:           Ms. Starr was fired and I was

                        demoted and boxed away in a

                        tiny room.

Phoenix:           What about Detective Goodman?

Marshall:           If they did something to him

                        too, the commissioners would

                        get suspicious.

Marshall:           No, they were careful enough

                        not to be too obvious.

Phoenix:           "They"...?

Ema:                Who are you talking about!?

Marshall:           Don't get upset, Bambina.

Marshall:           I mean Damon Gant...

                        and Lana Skye.

 

                        >Talk: Gant & Skye

 

Marshall:           Chief Detective Damon Gant and
                        his second-in-command, Lana
                        Skye...

Marshall:           There wasn't a person on the
                        force who hadn't heard of

                        that duo.

Marshall:           That case was the biggest step

                        in both of their careers.

Phoenix:           After the case ended, Lana

                        transferred to the

                        Prosecutor's Office, right?

Marshall:           Yeah. Damon Gant, the new

                        Chief of Police, arranged for

                        that to happen.

Marshall:           She's never been the same

                        since she left.

Ema:                ?

Marshall:           Everyone who knew her said so.

Marshall:           "Chief Prosecutor Skye was

                        totally different when she was

                        a detective."

Phoenix:           (Now that he mentions it,

                        Ema said something like

                        that too...)

Ema:                Tell me... what happened to my

                        sister!

Marshall:           Sorry, Bambina, but her

                        secret is too well guarded.

Marshall:           I never found out.

Phoenix:           (Lana's "secret"... It all

                        started two years ago.)

 

Marshall:           So there you have it.

Marshall:           That's my story. Did you

                        enjoy it, pardner?

Phoenix:           It was certainly...

                        enlightening.

Marshall:           There's one thing for sure I

                        found out in court today.

Marshall:           That boy Edgeworth isn't my

                        enemy.

Marshall:           He was the one who used

                        falsified evidence to get a

                        guilty verdict,

Marshall:           but someone else was the one

                        who gave him that evidence and

                        planned everything.

Marshall:           That someone is Damon Gant.

Marshall:           Don't believe me? Well I don't

                        blame you. I won't even be a

                        patrolman after today.

Marshall:           Too bad I won't be around to

                        work with you...

Marshall:           when you become a real

                        scientific investigator.

Marshall:           Adios Bambina!

 

 

                        >Move: Criminal Affairs Dept.

 

                        February 24

                        Police Department

                        Criminal Affairs

 

Phoenix:           I don't see Detective Gumshoe

                        anywhere.

Ema:                Things seem kinda quiet around

                        here today.

Phoenix:           You're right.

                        (The head of the department

                        seems the same though.)

Ema:                Why don't we go look for some

                        other people to talk to?

Phoenix:           Right. We can come back here

                        later.

 

 

                        >Examine: Detective

 

Phoenix:           That must be one of

                        the detectives.

Phoenix:           He's mumbling something

                        to himself.

Police:              "That's it! The villain used a

                        time machine!"

Police:              "Very clever indeed...

                        That would explain the

                        alibi!"

Police:              "The future might not be so

                        far away after all!"

Phoenix:           ...

Phoenix:           He's not writing a report...

                        he's writing a novel.

 

                        >Examine: Head Detective

 

Phoenix:           That man must be the

                        Head Detective.

Phoenix:           He's staring at the screen so

                        hard it might shatter.

Chief:                What!?

                        "Darke Case May Have Been

                        Fabricated."

Chief:                That's what I thought all

                        along...

Chief:                I just never bothered to tell

                        anyone.

Phoenix:           (Now there's a guy who cares

                        about his work...)

 

 

                        >Move: Police Dept. Entrance

                        >Move: Wright & Co. Law Offices

 

                        >Talk: SL-9 Incident

 

Ema:                It happened two years ago...

                        It was right about this time

                        of the year, too.

Ema:                There was a terrible thunder

                        storm that day... Unusual for

                        the season.

Ema:                I was alone in my sister's

                        office.

Ema:                We were planning to eat dinner

                        together once she finished her

                        work.

Ema:                Then suddenly...

                        This terrifying man came

                        bursting into the office!

Phoenix:           Joe Darke...

Ema:                It seemed like he was running

                        from someone. He pulled out a

                        knife and screamed at me.

Ema:                I didn't know what was going

                        on.

Ema:                Just then, Prosecutor Marshall

                        showed up.

Phoenix:           (Jake Marshall's brother...)

Ema:                Joe Darke tried to take me

                        hostage,

Ema:                but before he could...

                        Mr. Marshall tackled him.

Ema:                Then...

Phoenix:           What happened?

Ema:                I-I'll never forget it!

Ema:                Lightning struck, and the

                        lights went out.

                        Suddenly...

Ema:                a bolt of lightning flashed

                        outside the window, lighting

                        up the office for an instant.

Ema:                What I saw then burned a

                        permanent picture in my mind.

                        I... I can still see it now...

Phoenix:           (A permanent picture...?)

 

                        >Talk: After the incident

 

Ema:                I don't remember the moment

                        when Darke stabbed Mr.

                        Marshall.

Phoenix:           So you weren't able to testify

                        about that?

Ema:                No, I was only asked about

                        when I was attacked.

Ema:                That must be why Lana...

                        why she "made up" the crime.

Phoenix:           Made it up? You mean, provided

                        bogus evidence?

Ema:                The Prosecutor's Office wanted

                        that guilty verdict so badly.

Ema:                Lana forged the evidence, and

                        Mr. Edgeworth used it...

Phoenix:           Edgeworth!?

Ema:                Yes. But I'm sure he didn't know

                        anything about it!

Ema:                He couldn't have known he was

                        being given false evidence.

Ema:                Even so...

                        that's when it all started.

Ema:                The rumors about Mr.

                        Edgeworth, I mean.

                        It's all my fault...

Ema:                If I could have just testified

                        properly, none of this would

                        have happened!

Phoenix:           (So it's true. Even though he

                        may not have known it...)

Phoenix:           (Edgeworth really was involved

                        in falsifying evidence!)

Ema:                After that case ended,

                        Lana was never the same.

Ema:                She became cold, like she is

                        today.

Phoenix:           (She must not have been able

                        to face up to what she did...

                        Especially not to Ema.)

 

                        >Talk: Permanent picture

 

Phoenix:           What did you see in the

                        instant that crime occurred?

Ema:                ...

Ema:                Darke knocked down Mr.

                        Marshall and raised his

                        knife.

Phoenix:           (Neil Marshall was stabbed

                        right in front of this poor

                        girl!)

Ema:                I don't remember what happened

                        after that. Apparently I

                        passed out.

Ema:                When I came to, Lana was

                        cradling me in her arms.

Phoenix:           Poor Ema... You've

                        been through so much.

Ema:                I-I couldn't bring myself to

                        testify about that instant.

Ema:                I tried, but the words just

                        wouldn't come out.

Ema:                I drew a picture, but it

                        wasn't any good.

Phoenix:           Two years ago... You must

                        have been 14. That's

                        understandable.

Ema:                Once it was all over...

                        I made up my mind.

Ema:                I decided that when I grew up,

                        I'd become a scientific

                        investigator.

Ema:                I want to be able to fight

                        crime with my testimonies!

Ema:                And find the evidence

                        to make an airtight case...

Ema:                That way, Lana would never

                        have to forge any.

Phoenix:           I see...

Phoenix:           (I think I'm finally starting

                        to understand what makes Ema

                        tick.)

Phoenix:           (But there's still something

                        that bothers me about that

                        crime.)

 

                        >Talk: Something puzzling

 

Phoenix:           There's something that's

                        puzzling me, Ema.

Ema:                What is it?

Phoenix:           You said you were in Lana's

                        office at that time, right?

Ema:                That's right.

Phoenix:           Why then would a serial

                        killer come running in there?

Phoenix:           Not only that,

                        but he was being chased by a

                        prosecutor?

Ema:                Oh, there's no mystery there.

Ema:                Joe Darke had been taken in

                        for questioning that day.

Phoenix:           Taken in for questioning?

                        You mean by the police?

Ema:                Of course. This happened at

                        the Police Department.

Ema:                He tried to run away halfway

                        through the interview, and

                        fled into my sister's office.

Phoenix:           But why did he run all the way

                        over to your sister's office?

Ema:                Because the detective offices

                        and the questioning room are

                        right across from the elevator.

Phoenix:           ...

Phoenix:           Across from the elevator?

Phoenix:           But Lana was the Chief

                        Prosecutor, wasn't she?

Ema:                No, silly!

                        Didn't I tell you?

Ema:                Two years ago...

                        Lana was a detective.

Ema:                She was the best in the entire

                        force!

Phoenix:           Whaaaaat!?

                        (That's news to me!)

Ema:                After the Joe Darke case,

Ema:                she was transferred to the

                        Prosecutor's Office and

                        made Chief Prosecutor.

Phoenix:           (Lana used to be...

                        a detective?)

Phoenix:           (I'd better have another talk

                        with her!)

 

                        >Move: Detention Center

 

                        February 24

                        Detention Center

                        Visitor's Room

 

Ema:                L-Lana...

Lana:                Mr. Wright. It seems I keep

                        causing you trouble.

Phoenix:           Falsifying evidence...

Phoenix:           I didn't think you were the

                        type.

Lana:                Criminals don't mind playing

                        foul, why should we?

Ema:                But Lana! If you're wrong...

                        an innocent person might be

                        found guilty!

Lana:                Believe me...

                        I understand the risks.

Phoenix:           Lana.

Phoenix:           Ema told me about you.

Lana:                Oh?

Phoenix:           About how you were a detective

                        two years ago,

Phoenix:           and how the SL-9 Incident was

                        the reason for your transfer

                        to the Prosecutor's Office.

Lana:                That's right.

Phoenix:           Could you fill me in on the

                        details? Especially about that

                        unusual change of jobs.

Lana:                ...

Lana:                I suppose you have a right to

                        know, Mr. Wright.

 

 

                        >Examine: Guard

 

Phoenix:           This guard monitors the

                        visitor's room.

Phoenix:           He seems frozen in place,

                        cowering under this room's

                        oppressive atmosphere.

 

 

                        >Present: [anything]

 

Lana:                Attorneys and prosecutors

                        have no business showing

                        evidence outside court.

Lana:                It's taboo. Especially when

                        the interests of both parties

                        are involved.

Phoenix:           (She really means it...)

Ema:                Lana...

 

 

                        >Talk: Today's trial

 

Phoenix:           A lot of revelations were

                        uncovered at the trial today,

                        not the least of which was

Phoenix:           the fact that this case is

                        largely connected to another

                        one, two years ago.

Lana:                Evidence from that case was

                        stolen... I expected

                        as much.

Lana:                I know how obsessive Officer

                        Marshall can be.

Ema:                That trial... it really wasn't

                        "fair," was it?

Lana:                ...

Ema:                I believed in you, Lana!

Ema:                I believed that no matter

                        what happened, you'd always

                        stick to the truth!

Lana:                It couldn't be helped, Ema.

Lana:                At that trial two years ago...

                        I sold my soul.

Phoenix:           Well, all drama aside,

                        the fact of the matter is

Phoenix:           at 5:15, there was no murder

                        at the Police Department.

Ema:                Tell me it's not true, Lana!

                        What the witness... Ms. Starr

                        said!

Ema:                About you stabbing Mr. Goodman

                        with a knife!

Lana:                ...

Ema:                Lana! I don't understand!

Ema:                Why won't you tell us?

Lana:                Ema...

                        This doesn't involve just me.

Phoenix:           (I don't think I've ever

                        seen Lana look so fazed

                        before...)

 

                        >Talk: Detective Lana Skye

 

Lana:                It's true. I was a member of

                        the police force two years

                        ago.

Ema:                She was amazing!

Ema:                They still talk about all the

                        cases she and Chief Gant

                        cracked together!

Phoenix:           Chief Gant?

Lana:                Then he was the Vice-Head of

                        Criminal Affairs, but he still

                        worked the crime scenes.

Lana:                Damon Gant... he was

                        everything I aspired to be.

Ema:                They were the best team ever!

                        They solved crimes before the

                        reports could even be filed!

Phoenix:           (Ema really idolizes her big

                        sister.)

Phoenix:           But now you're Chief

                        Prosecutor... What happened?

Lana:                I always planned on becoming a

                        prosecutor. The reason I

                        became a detective was...

Ema:                to gain experience investigating

                        crime scenes, so you could later

                        use that experience in court.

Lana:                Gant's help in the SL-9 case

                        was critical in its

                        resolution. After that,

Lana:                he became Chief of Police, and

                        arranged my transfer to the

                        Prosecutor's Office.

Phoenix:           (Maybe I should ask more about

                        this "investigation" of

                        theirs two years ago.)

 

                        >Talk: Darke investigation

 

Lana:                Two years ago I was second-in-

                        command of the detectives

                        investigating Darke.

Phoenix:           "Second-in-command"? That

                        means the Chief Detective was,

                        no doubt, Damon Gant?

Lana:                Yes. Detective Gant and I

                        shared the same office, and

                        the same investigations.

Phoenix:           (They even had the same

                        office...!)

Lana:                We led a team of the best

                        detectives on the force:

Lana:                Detective Goodman, whose case

                        it was, Jake Marshall and

                        Angel Starr.

Lana:                It was the first time Marshall

                        worked with his brother. He

                        was quite... "gung ho."

Lana:                Without a doubt, Joe Darke was

                        the serial killer.

Lana:                We asked him to come in for

                        questioning. We were desperate

                        for evidence.

Lana:                That was when the last murder

                        took place.

Phoenix:           (When he tried to murder

                        Ema...)

Ema:                Prosecutor Marshall was

                        trying to save me from

                        Darke...

Lana:                You see, the first person who

                        happened upon the scene of

                        the crime... was me.

Phoenix:           ...!

                        (Now you tell us...)

 

                        >Talk: First one at scene

 

Lana:                Detective Gant and Prosecutor

                        Marshall were the ones

                        questioning Darke that day.

Lana:                The investigation was in its

                        final stages, when Darke must

                        have panicked.

Lana:                He waited until Gant and

                        Marshall let their guards

                        down, then fled the room.

Lana:                From there, he ran straight

                        to... the office shared by

                        Detective Gant and myself.

Ema:                That's where he found me.

Phoenix:           So you were the first person

                        to run to the scene, Lana?

Lana:                It appears so.

Lana:                I was filing some papers while

                        Gant and Marshall were

                        questioning Darke.

Lana:                When I returned to my office,

                        I saw three bodies on the

                        floor and smelled blood.

Phoenix:           Three bodies?

Phoenix:           Prosecutor Marshall, the

                        victim, Ema, who had

                        passed out,

Lana:                and the suspect, Joe Darke.

Lana:                During the struggle, it seems

                        Mr. Marshall stuck a final

                        blow before he died.

Lana:                Joe Darke had incurred a minor

                        concussion, and lay

                        unconscious.

Phoenix:           What did you do?

Lana:                To be honest, I panicked.

Lana:                I picked up Ema, carried her

                        out of the room and just held

                        her.

Phoenix:           (Can't blame her, after all

                        her sister must have gone

                        through.)

Lana:                After that, I placed Darke

                        under immediate arrest.

 

Phoenix:           Let me get this straight.

Phoenix:           You were all involved in the

                        SL-9 Incident?

Lana:                That's right.

                        Quite a coincidence, hmm?

Phoenix:           I don't buy it.

Ema:                W-what are you saying?

Phoenix:           There's no way everyone

                        involved in this trial was

                        also involved in that incident

Phoenix:           just by "chance."

Ema:                But that case was solved two

                        years ago!

Phoenix:           At least one person went to

                        extremes because they didn't

                        believe it was truly solved.

Lana:                Officer Marshall... Yes, his

                        actions came as a surprise to

                        me as well.

Lana:                Ever since his brother died,

                        he's changed completely.

Ema:                I guess he wasn't convinced

                        with the ruling against Joe

                        Darke.

Lana:                ...

Lana:                Life doesn't end with the

                        closing of a case.

Lana:                Everyone has to live the rest

                        of their lives with their

                        memories.

Phoenix:           That "case" just might not be

                        over yet.

Lana:                !

Phoenix:           Ema was assaulted by Darke at

                        the Police Department, right?

Lana:                Yes, in the office that Damon

                        Gant and I shared.

Lana:                The office that Mr. Gant now

                        occupies by himself:

                        the Chief's office.

Phoenix:           (Maybe we should have a look

                        at the Chief's office - the

                        site of the final SL-9 murder!)

 

                        >Move: Police Dept. Entrance

                        >Move: Criminal Affairs Dept.

 

                        February 24

                        Police Department

                        Criminal Affairs

 

Phoenix:           This place is always pretty

                        empty, but today it's

                        deserted.

Ema:                That must mean everyone's busy

                        solving crimes.

Chief:                Oh, if you're looking for the

                        others, they're all in the

                        conference room.

Phoenix:           Uh... thanks.

                        (Wow, he actually talked to

                        us!)

Chief:                With the Chief Prosecutor

                        saying what she did and the

                        decision about what to do

Chief:                about Mr. Edgeworth, not to

                        mention our statement to the

                        media and tomorrow's trial...

Chief:                there's more chaos going on

                        than Thanksgiving and

                        Christmas put together!

Phoenix:           (I think "festive" is the word

                        usually used for those...)

Ema:                Um, sir? We'd like to have a

                        look around for Chief Gant's

                        office.

Chief:                Just head across the hall to

                        the other building and take

                        the elevator to the top floor.

Ema:                Really?

                        You mean, it's okay for us to

                        go in there?

Ema:                I mean, we aren't police

                        officers or anything.

Chief:                Hey, you're right! You can't

                        go in there! It's off limits!

Phoenix:           (Now I see where Detective

                        Gumshoe gets his unique

                        charm...)

Ema:                Well, what are wating for?

                        Let's head to the Chief's

                        office!

 

 

                        >Move: Chief's Office

 

                        February 24

                        Police Department

                        Chief's Office

 

Phoenix:           Whoa...

                        Where am I?

Ema:                In the Chief's office, silly!

                        At least, that's what it said

                        on the door.

Phoenix:           Check out that pipe organ.

                        That's real, isn't it?

Ema:                Hey, I used to take organ

                        lessons in kindergarten!

Ema:                They used to call me "Little

                        Miss Bach."

Ema:                I thought I was a genius

                        until they tried teaching me

                        notes.

Ema:                I never could remember where

                        C was...

Gant:                Hm?

Gant:                Oh, it's you two.

Phoenix:           Chief Gant!

Phoenix:           (He put that paper he was

                        reading in his desk.)

Gant:                So, Mr. Wright. Have you been

                        swimming lately?

Phoenix:           Uh... no, I haven't. I've been

                        kind of busy lately.

Gant:                I can appreciate that. I've

                        had my hands full too, with

                        Mr. Marshall's misconduct

Gant:                and Lana's provocative

                        statement.

Phoenix:           "Provocative statement"... oh,

                        you mean about the forged

                        evidence.

Gant:                Two years have passed since

                        that incident.

Gant:                My, how time flies!

Gant:                See that big picture on the

                        wall over there?

Gant:                That's a picture of Lana, Neil

                        and me.

Phoenix:           (So this is Mr. Marshall's

                        brother... Prosecutor Neil

                        Marshall...)

Gant:                We took it to commemorate

                        our work together.

Phoenix:           ...

                        (Something's not right with

                        this picture.)

Phoenix:           (I can't quite seem to put my

                        finger on it though...)

 

                        Gant Team Picture added to

                        the Court Record.

 

Gant:                Anyway, I'd like to reminisce

                        all day, but there are matters

                        that need my attention.

Gant:                I'm going to lock up here, so

                        let's go out together.

Ema:                Oh...

Ema:                But this office...

                        it was a crime scene two years

                        ago, wasn't it?

Gant:                That case has long since been

                        over. There's no need to

                        investigate it any more.

Phoenix:           All the same, we'd still like

                        to have a look around.

Gant:                Perhaps you didn't hear me.

                        I said there's no need to

                        investigate it any more.

Phoenix:           ...!

Gant:                Now hurry up and get out. I

                        have a meeting to attend.

 

Ema:                Looks like we aren't welcome.

Phoenix:           It seems that case isn't over

                        with yet, after all.

Ema:                What do you mean?

Phoenix:           Chief Gant denied our request

                        to search the "crime scene."

Phoenix:           That means there must be a

                        reason he doesn't want us

                        looking around in there.

Ema:                You mean like, a clue!?

Phoenix:           (There's got to be a way we

                        can get inside the

                        Chief's office...)

 

                        >Move: Criminal Affairs Dept.

 

                        February 24

                        Police Department

                        Criminal Affairs

 

Gumshoe:         Hey, pal!

Phoenix:           Detective Gumshoe!

                        Were you in a meeting?

Gumshoe:         I was uh... just taking a

                        breather. My feet hurt.

Ema:                From sitting so long in the

                        meeting?

Gumshoe:         Actually...

Gumshoe:         I had to serve everyone

                        coffee.

Phoenix:           (Sounds like Detective

                        Gumshoe's still out of the

                        loop...)

Gumshoe:         Say, have either of you seen

                        Mr. Edgeworth?

Phoenix:           Edgeworth? No. Why do

                        you ask?

Gumshoe:         He's under fire from both

                        the Police Department and the

                        Prosecutor's Office.

Gumshoe:         It's almost like the battles

                        between you two in court!

Phoenix:           That sounds serious...

Ema:                Is it because of what my

                        sister said?

Gumshoe:         That's basically what it all

                        boils down to.

Gumshoe:         That falsified evidence two

                        years ago.

Gumshoe:         Now Mr. Edgeworth has the

                        whole world after his blood!

Ema:                Yikes...

 

                        >Examine: Detective

 

Phoenix:           That must be one of

                        the detectives.

Phoenix:           He's mumbling something

                        to himself.

Police:              "I got it!

                        I'm the culprit!"

Police:              "Very clever indeed...

                        Who would have thought of

                        multiple personalities?"

Police:              "I don't see how else he could

                        have done it. I guess it's

                        time to have my head checked."

Phoenix:           ...

Phoenix:           I think it's way past time for

                        that.

 

                        >Examine: Head Detective

 

Phoenix:           That man must be the Head

                        Detective.

Phoenix:           He's staring at the screen so

                        hard it might shatter.

Chief:                What!?

                        "Police Department Makes

                        Fatal Error"

Chief:                What do I do!? Quick! Someone

                        bring me the classifieds!

                        Help Wanted section!!!

Phoenix:           (So much for "duty"...)

 

 

                        >Present: Attorney's Badge

 

Phoenix:           Detective... here is my

                        attorney's badge.

Gumshoe:         You show this to me every

                        time we meet, pal.

Gumshoe:         Real men show their police

                        badge. 'Nuff said!

Ema:                I wish I had a badge... Even an

                        ID card would be nice...

 

                        >Present: Goodman's ID

 

Gumshoe:         This ID card belongs to

                        the victim, Detective

                        Bruce Goodman.

Gumshoe:         You can do just about anything

                        these days with a card and a

                        secret number... scary!

Phoenix:           It's only scary because you

                        keep dropping your card,

                        Detective Gumshoe.

Gumshoe:         I forget my secret number

                        a lot, too. I'm scared of

                        myself!

Gumshoe:         But... but I'm me, after all!

                        And what could be wrong

                        with that!?

Phoenix:           (I think I'll stay out of

                        this conversation.)

 

                        >Present: Prosecutor Trophy

 

Gumshoe:         Hey, that's it!

Gumshoe:         That's the "King of

                        Prosecutors" award that Mr.

                        Edgeworth got the other day!

Phoenix:           Were you at the awards

                        ceremony, Detective Gumshoe?

Gumshoe:         Of course, pal!

                        I got an award for diligence,

                        myself.

Phoenix:           Ah... congratulations.

Ema:                I was wondering, why is the

                        award a shield?

Ema:                And... why is it broken?

Gumshoe:         Oh, there's a reason.

Gumshoe:         Erm...

                        I'll tell you what it

                        is later.

Phoenix:           (Apparently, he's forgotten.)

 

                        >Present: Blue Badger Panel

 

Phoenix:           This guy almost made us lose

                        the case today.

Gumshoe:         What are you talking about!?

Gumshoe:         He was guarding the bloodstain

                        on that evidence locker with

                        his life!

Gumshoe:         That's more than you can say

                        for most officers nowadays!

Ema:                It would have saved us a lot

                        of trouble if he hadn't

                        guarded it so well.

Phoenix:           (I have to admit he's right

                        though...)

Phoenix:           (Thanks to the Blue Badger,

                        we were able to prove another

                        possibility today:)

Phoenix:           (The possibility that another

                        murder took place prior to

                        5:15 PM...)

 

                        >Present: Crime Photo

 

Gumshoe:         That's the photo that

                        Ms. Starr took.

Phoenix:           Anything you can tell us

                        about it?

Gumshoe:         That Ms. Starr is quite

                        the lady. Why, I remember

                        it was winter... I was 16.

Gumshoe:         She was the only one who

                        ever got me to talk about

                        what happened.

Ema:                16... that's how old I am

                        now!

                        I wonder what happened?

Phoenix:           (I wonder if Detective Gumshoe

                        wore a trench coat in high

                        school, too.)

 

                        >Present: Switchblade Knife

 

Phoenix:           Um, about this...

Gumshoe:         Hey! Don't tell me that's...

Phoenix:           It has a tag attached to it,

                        with the label "SL-9 Incident"

                        on it.

Phoenix:           I believe this would be the

                        broken "murder weapon" you

                        were speaking of?

Gumshoe:         What are you doing with that!?

Gumshoe:         Ever since that case was

                        closed, that knife's been

                        locked away in a locker.

Ema:                On the day Detective Goodman

                        was murdered, this suddenly

                        disappeared from the locker,

Ema:                and was found in Mr.

                        Edgeworth's car muffler.

Gumshoe:         ...

                        That's it!

Gumshoe:         Now I remember what that

                        incriminating piece of

                        evidence was!

Gumshoe:         When you showed me that knife,

                        it all came back to me!

Ema:                Well, what is it, Detective?

                        Quick! Before you forget

                        again!

 

                        >Present: Luminol Testing Fluid

 

Gumshoe:         Hey, I just bought some of

                        that stuff!

Gumshoe:         Now I can go around detecting

                        blood traces too!

Ema:                Wow!

                        Is that a new type? I've never

                        seen that bottle before.

Ema:                "Add three inches to your

                        base height."

Phoenix:           "Base height"?

                        Hey, let me see that!

Phoenix:           "Looming Tall."

                        "New and improved growth

                        formula."

Gumshoe:         You mean this can't detect any

                        blood traces!?

Ema:                Uh, well...

                        It's not quite the same thing

                        as luminol.

Gumshoe:         So that's why the lady at the

                        counter had that smirk on her

                        face...

 

                        >Present: ID Card Record

 

Gumshoe:         That's the ID card record,

                        isn't it?

Phoenix:           Yes. There's only one number

                        left to investigate.

                        At 4:20 PM...

Phoenix:           the victim, Detective Goodman,

                        must have entered the evidence

                        room along with someone else.

Phoenix:           Someone with an "executive

                        officer" number:

Gumshoe:         "Sevensevensevensevenseven-

                        sevensevenseven"?

Phoenix:           That's one "seven" too many,

                        Detective.

Phoenix:           (An executive officer. Hmm...

                        I just might have a hunch.)

 

                        >Present: Fingerprinting Set

 

Gumshoe:         Hey, that powder's used for

                        detecting fingerprints.

Ema:                Yeah, Mr. Edgeworth gave it to

                        us.

Gumshoe:         He did what!?

                        All I have is some flour...

Gumshoe:         ...

Phoenix:           Are you okay, Detective?

Gumshoe:         Quick!

                        RUN!!!

Gumshoe:         AHH-CHOOOO!!!

Phoenix:           ...

Gumshoe:         ...

Gumshoe:         If it's any help, one time I

                        took a nap on a bench with wet

                        paint.

Phoenix:           (Why am I not comforted?)

 

                        >Present: Goodman's Lost Item Report

 

Gumshoe:         Oh, a lost item report,

                        huh?

Ema:                Very impressive, detective!

                        You knew what is was right

                        off the bat!

Gumshoe:         Well, I am a master of

                        misplacement, you know.

Ema:                "Master"... That has such a

                        cool ring to it!

Gumshoe:         The way I see it, if things

                        are meant to be lost, then

                        they're meant to be lost.

Gumshoe:         There's a higher power at work

                        here.

Ema:                Wow, a higher power...

Phoenix:           (Maybe I shouldn't let Ema

                        hold any evidence...)

 

                        >Present: Evidence Locker

 

Gumshoe:         No locker can be opened

                        without a fingerprint match.

Gumshoe:         Besides...

Gumshoe:         There's no reason for the

                        murderer to touch his own

                        locker...

Ema:                Hey, wasn't your locker the

                        one with the blood on it,

                        Detective?

Phoenix:           (The handprint of the real

                        murderer's gloved hand...

                        without any fingerprints...)

Gumshoe:         SSH!

                        If they come to arrest me,

                        you'll defend me, won't you!?

Phoenix:           If that happens, I think

                        you'll do better pleading

                        with Edgeworth.

 

                        >Present: Unstable Jar

 

Gumshoe:         About that jar...

                        I think I've seen it before

                        somewhere.

Phoenix:           "Somewhere"?

Gumshoe:         Or maybe it's one of those

                        memories people have from

                        "previous lives."

Phoenix:           (This must be the most

                        uninformative detective I've

                        ever met...)

Gumshoe:         Something about it makes me

                        feel uneasy.

Gumshoe:         It's like I'm in the Chief's

                        office, and he's yelling at

                        me.

Phoenix:           (Chief Gant?)

Gumshoe:         Where could I have seen that

                        before...?

 

                        >Present: Marshall's Prints

 

Gumshoe:         I can't believe Officer

                        Marshall would do something

                        like that...

Ema:                You know Officer Marshall?

Gumshoe:         Of course I do! He was like a

                        mentor to me!

Gumshoe:         When I first started out, he

                        even gave me a small cactus.

Ema:                Really?

Gumshoe:         He said, "Dick, she'll listen

                        to all your troubles."

Ema:                Note to self: Detective

                        Gumshoe talks to a cactus...

Gumshoe:         Hard to believe he's just a

                        "patrolman" now. Someone

                        oughta trade places with him!

Gumshoe:         ...

Gumshoe:         What? Why are you looking at

                        me like that?

 

                        >Present: SL-9 Incident Files

 

Gumshoe:         I've been studying up on those

                        Files. There's nothing

                        wrong with Mr. Edgeworth's

Gumshoe:         presentation. To think people

                        are accusing him of

                        injustice...

Gumshoe:         I for one ain't buyin' it,

                        pal!

Ema:                You're looking into the case

                        for Mr. Edgeworth?

Gumshoe:         Yeah. It was a pretty big deal

                        while it was going on, you

                        know.

Gumshoe:         After all,

                        a serial killer was on the

                        loose!

Phoenix:           (But Lana was pretty clear in

                        her confession.)

Phoenix:           (She forged evidence in order

                        to prove Joe Darke guilty.)

 

                        >Present: Goodman's Autopsy Report /

                        Victim's Note /

                        Lana's Cell Phone /

                        Parking Lot Floor Plans /

                        Victim's Shoe /

                        Screwdriver /

                        Evidence Room Floorplans /

                        Rubber Glove /

                        Security Video /

                        Gant Team Picture /

                        Neil's Autopsy Report /

                        Letter of Resignation /

                        Gumshoe's ID

 

Gumshoe:         Let me share a little advice

                        with you as a detective.

Gumshoe:         If you don't have a clue, keep

                        yer trap shut!

Phoenix:           I'll, uh, keep that in mind.

Gumshoe:         Sheesh!

 

 

                        >Talk: Edgeworth's crisis

 

Phoenix:           But why would Edgeworth be

                        blamed? It's not like he knew

                        the evidence was forged!

Phoenix:           Lana Skye is the guilty

                        party here, isn't she?

Ema:                ...

Gumshoe:         Regardless, the prosecutor is

                        responsible for the evidence

                        he presents in court.

Gumshoe:         Not only that,

Gumshoe:         but as you know there've been

                        a lot of rumors going around

                        about Mr. Edgeworth.

Gumshoe:         Those who don't like him

                        haven't been able to do

                        anything because of his

Gumshoe:         amazing talent as a

                        prosecutor. But now with

                        this...

Ema:                Are there really so many

                        people who hate him?

Gumshoe:         In our world, only those with

                        talent rise to the top. Mr.

                        Edgeworth not only had that,

Gumshoe:         but he's young. There's no

                        better recipe I know of for

                        making enemies.

Police:              Hey, Dick! Keep up the good

                        work!

Gumshoe:         Yes sir!

Police:              Let's go out for lunch again

                        sometime, my treat!

Gumshoe:         Yes sir!

Police:              You gotta take me back to that

                        joint sometime, okay Dick?

Gumshoe:         Yes sir!

Phoenix:           It seems you don't have any

                        problem with enemies.

Gumshoe:         Yeah, well... I'm careful not

                        to stick out.

Gumshoe:         Anyway, I'm a bit worried

                        about him.

Gumshoe:         Under all this pressure,

                        I'm afraid Mr. Edgeworth just

                        might crack.

 

                        >Talk: SL9 Incident

 

Gumshoe:         Actually, I took a look at the

                        file earlier, while the coffee

                        was brewing.

Phoenix:           (He seems geniunely concerned

                        for Edgeworth...)

Phoenix:           Well? Did you find out

                        anything?

Gumshoe:         The only evidence Darke left

                        behind was during his final

                        attack.

Phoenix:           His final attack? You mean...

Gumshoe:         When he killed Prosecutor

                        Marshall, who was trying to

                        protect some girl.

Ema:                Me...

Phoenix:           (It seems Detective Gumshoe

                        never realized Ema was the

                        girl...)

Gumshoe:         That's when he left the most

                        incriminating evidence of all.

Ema:                Well? What was it?

Gumshoe:         Oh, um, let's see...

                        I think it had something to do

                        with the murder weapon...

Gumshoe:         ...

Gumshoe:         Oh, I forget. Look, it's all

                        written somewhere in here,

                        okay?

Phoenix:           (His powers of recollection

                        never fail to impress.)

Ema:                Maybe we should show him

                        the murder weapon.

Ema:                It might jog his memory!

 

                        >Talk: Darke's crimes

 

Gumshoe:         Joe Darke was 42 at the time

                        of the crime. He was just your

                        run-of-the-mill businessman.

Phoenix:           A businessman? What made him

                        take to serial killing?

Gumshoe:         One day on his way home from

                        work, he hit someone with his

                        car.

Ema:                With his car?

                        So... it was an accident?

Gumshoe:         An accident, yes. But it

                        transformed him into an

                        animal!

Ema:                An animal...

Gumshoe:         He killed a man that witnessed

                        the accident. then he killed a

                        lady who saw the second crime.

Gumshoe:         A kid walked by just then, so

                        he killed him too. Then, when

                        he was burying the bodies,

Gumshoe:         a jogger came upon the scene

                        and was killed as well!

                        Finally he turned himself in.

Phoenix:           Seems he was a pretty

                        careless animal.

Gumshoe:         Of course, this is all

                        conjecture.

Gumshoe:         There wasn't a single shred

                        of evidence.

Phoenix:           So, he turned himself in...

Gumshoe:         Yes, but in the middle of his

                        questioning, he fled and

                        murdered his final victim...

Gumshoe:         Prosecutor Marshall.

Gumshoe:         That crime was witnessed by

                        someone too, but fortunately

                        he was arrested on the spot.

Gumshoe:         It's a good thing that last

                        witness wasn't killed.

Phoenix:           (That last "witness"...)

Phoenix:           (He must mean Ema...)

 

                        >Talk: Murder weapon

 

Phoenix:           This knife...

                        it was Joe Darke's, wasn't it?

Gumshoe:         That's right.

Gumshoe:         We traced it back to the store

                        he bought it at, and it had

                        his fingerprints on it too.

Ema:                But no one actually witnessed

                        him using it to murder anyone,

                        right?

Gumshoe:         That's where his luck ran out.

Gumshoe:         When you take a good look at

                        the knife...

Gumshoe:         you'll see it's broken!

Ema:                You don't have to take a good

                        look to notice that.

Gumshoe:         ...

                        Yeah, well anyway!

Gumshoe:         Take a guess where the broken-

                        off tip of the knife was

                        found.

Gumshoe:         That's what did him in!

Ema:                Where was it?

Gumshoe:         The victim, Neil Marshall was

                        carrying it...

                        inside his own body!

Phoenix:           !

Gumshoe:         It was found deep inside the

                        stab wound.

Phoenix:           Did it match Darke's knife?

Gumshoe:         You bet. Down to the last

                        fiber.

Ema:                That's pretty... conclusive.

 

                        Neil's Autopsy Report

                        added to the Court Record.

 

                        Switchblade Knife added to the

                        Court Record.

 

Item Description: Switchblade Knife

            Type: Evidence

            Submitted as evidence

            during the trial.

 

Gumshoe:         Well, there you have it in

                        a nutshell.

Gumshoe:         That's all I know.

Phoenix:           Can I ask you one more thing?

Gumshoe:         What is it? If it's money you

                        need, you should ask Chief

                        Gant.

Phoenix:           It's not money, but it does

                        concern the Chief. His office

                        is a "crime scene," right?

Phoenix:           It's where Prosecutor Neil

                        Marshall was murdered...

Ema:                The Chief's out now, and his

                        office is locked,

Ema:                but we'd like to have a look

                        around if that's okay.

Gumshoe:         ...

Gumshoe:         Well, any Detective's ID card

                        can unlock the door.

Ema:                What? Really!?

Gumshoe:         But if I let a civilian in

                        there,

Gumshoe:         I'd be charged with breach of

                        trust.

Ema:                Breach of trust...?

Gumshoe:         Simply put, I'd be canned.

Phoenix:           Oh...

Gumshoe:         Sorry, pal.

Gumshoe:         I don't plan on getting fired

                        because of you.

Ema:                How about this ID card?

                        It was Detective Goodman's...

Gumshoe:         That won't work either. The

                        data was deleted the day he

                        died.

Ema:                Oh.

Phoenix:           (So in other words, Gumshoe is

                        our only chance of getting

                        into that office.)

Ema:                I wonder if there's something

                        we could show him that would

                        make him change his mind...

 

                        >Move: Underground Parking Lot

                        >Move: High Prosecutor's Office

 

                        February 24

                        High Prosecutor's Office

                        Room 1202

 

Phoenix:           (I wonder if Edgeworth is back

                        yet.)

Ema:                There he is!

                        It looks like he's writing

                        something.

Edgeworth:        Huh? What are you doing here?

Phoenix:           (He sure was quick to throw

                        that paper on the floor...)

Phoenix:           Tough day in court, huh?

Edgeworth:        Hmph.

Edgeworth:        I've had to live the past two

                        years with rumors flying

                        around.

Edgeworth:        What's another allegation to

                        me?

Ema:                Cheer up, Mr. Edgeworth!

                        I'm rooting for you!

Phoenix:           (That's Edgeworth for you...)

Phoenix:           (Always trying to hide his

                        real feelings.)

Edgeworth:        So, what do you want?

                        Unlike some people,

                        I don't have all day.

 

                        >Examine: Trophy

 

Ema:                He won such a prestigious

                        award. Why would he just leave

                        it on the couch?

Phoenix:           Better this than that giant

                        Steel Samurai.

Ema:                ...

Phoenix:           What is it?

Ema:                This is the "King of

                        Prosecutors" award, right?

Phoenix:           Of course it is. You know

                        that!

Ema:                I saw something today that

                        looked like this, somewhere...

Phoenix:           Something that looked like

                        that?

Ema:                Yeah, only different. What was

                        it...?

Phoenix:           (She's right. Something's

                        amiss here. Maybe I should

                        show him a certain item...)

 

                        >Examine: Crumpled Paper

 

Phoenix:           (I wonder what he was writing

                        before?)

Ema:                Come on, Mr. Wright! Let's

                        take a look!

Phoenix:           Are you crazy? Edgeworth is

                        sitting right there!

Ema:                Just distract him. I'll check

                        it out.

Phoenix:           Uh...

                        Hey, Edgeworth.

Phoenix:           Is that Detective Gumshoe out

                        the window there? Oh no! He's

                        falling to the ground!!!

Edgeworth:        Hold on. First let me see what

                        this girl's doing crawling

                        around my feet.

Phoenix:           (He didn't even look.)

Ema:                What!?

                        "Letter of r-r-r-r..."

Edgeworth:        If you can't read, I'll read

                        it for you.

Edgeworth:        It says, "Letter of

                        Resignation."

Phoenix:           "Resignation"!?

                        Edgeworth, you don't mean...?

Edgeworth:        I'm tired, Mr. Wright.

Edgeworth:        I feel as if...

                        something inside me has died.

Ema:                But Mr. Edgeworth! None of it

                        is your fault!

Edgeworth:        I know the path I've walked.

                        You don't need to tell me.

Edgeworth:        And the path I've walked...

                        hasn't been a just one.

Edgeworth:        I can't forgive myself for

                        what I've done...

Edgeworth:        and no one else should forgive

                        me either.

Phoenix:           (Uh oh. I think he's serious!)

Ema:                Mr. Wright!

                        Please, you have to do

                        something!

Phoenix:           (This Letter of Resignation...

                        I wonder if I can use it for anything?)

 

                        Put Letter of Resignation in

                        pocket.

 

 

                        >Present: Attorney's Badge

 

Edgeworth:        I once dreamed of being

                        a defense attorney, a

                        long time ago.

Ema:                What? You wanted to

                        be a defense attorney,

                        Mr. Edgeworth?

Edgeworth:        Yet, a clear path is laid out

                        before me.

Edgeworth:        I have no time to look

                        back on what might have been.

 

                        >Present: Prosecutor Trophy

 

Phoenix:           You know, it wouldn't hurt if

                        you put this up somewhere,

                        like on a shelf.

Edgeworth:        That has no meaning for me

                        anymore.

Phoenix:           What do you mean, "anymore"?

Edgeworth:        That's who I was last year.

                        What good is it to dwell on

                        the past?

Phoenix:           He's asking me?

Ema:                That makes me kind of mad.

Ema:                Actually, something's been

                        troubling me about this

                        shield.

Ema:                Look...

                        Do you notice anything

                        different?

Phoenix:           Different...?

Ema:                Yeah, don't you remember? The

                        other shield in the Court

                        Record?

Phoenix:           (I guess I'd better present

                        this other shield...)

 

                        >Present: ID Card Record /

                        Evidence Locker

 

Edgeworth:        It seems everything in this

                        case is designed to cast doubt

                        on me.

Phoenix:           Hey, don't look at me.

Edgeworth:        Yes, I went into the evidence

                        room on the day of the crime.

Edgeworth:        Chief Gant asked me to do

                        something.

Ema:                To take evidence from a case

                        solved six months ago back to

                        the Prosecutor's Office...

Edgeworth:        I have a locker in there as

                        well.

Phoenix:           Did you notice anything amiss

                        when you were in the evidence

                        room?

Edgeworth:        That room's always dark and I

                        was in a hurry.

Edgeworth:        I didn't see anything out of

                        the ordinary.

 

                        >Present: Screwdriver

 

Edgeworth:        ...

Edgeworth:        Come now, Mr. Wright.

                        You can't seriously expect me

                        to just sit down...

Edgeworth:        and chat with you about the

                        case over a cup of tea.

Phoenix:           But this isn't related to the

                        case, remember? You said so

                        yourself.

Edgeworth:        So I did...

Ema:                Chief Gant gave this to you

                        that day, didn't he?

Ema:                He asked you to bring it here     

                        from the Police Department...

Edgeworth:        The Chief is a very competent

                        man...

Edgeworth:        but sometimes he does things

                        that don't make any sense.

Edgeworth:        ...

Edgeworth:        At least it's better than

                        being incompetent and doing

                        things that don't make sense.

Phoenix:           (A certain detective comes

                        to mind...)

 

                        >Present: Gant Team Picture

 

Phoenix:           This picture was hanging on

                        the wall in Chief Gant's

                        office.

Edgeworth:        Prosecutor Neil Marshall...

                        He had just started making a

                        name for himself.

Edgeworth:        Looks like this was taken when

                        he received the King of

                        Prosecutors trophy.

Ema:                Speaking of that,

                        there's something that bothers

                        me.

Edgeworth:        Yes?

Ema:                The trophy Mr. Marshall is

                        holding...

Ema:                it's a little different than

                        yours.

Edgeworth:        Yes, you're right.

                        ...

Edgeworth:        I remember now.

Phoenix:           Remember what?

Edgeworth:        That was the official

                        prosecutor trophy used until

                        that time.

Edgeworth:        There's a story behind it.

Ema:                A story?

Phoenix:           (Sounds interesting.)

                        Would you mind telling it to

                        us?

Edgeworth:        It's simple, really.

Edgeworth:        "Contradiction."

                        That's what the award's based

                        on.

 

                        >Present: Letter of Resignation

 

Edgeworth:        They say where there's smoke,

                        there's fire.

Edgeworth:        Apparently I was so caught up

                        in the smoke, I lost sight of

                        the truth.

Phoenix:           Edgeworth...

Edgeworth:        The others are right.

                        I have no right to serve as

                        a prosecutor.

Ema:                But Mr. Edgeworth! You were

                        only doing your job!

Edgeworth:        I've always made my own

                        decisions about what I can

                        or cannot do.

Edgeworth:        That hasn't changed.

                        Forgiving myself... is

                        something I cannot do.

Phoenix:           (Uh oh. I think he's serious!)

Ema:                Mr. Wright!

                        Please, you have to do

                        something!

Phoenix:           (This Letter of Resignation...

                        I wonder if I can use it for

                        anything?)

 

                        >Present: Marshall's Prints /

                        Security Video /

                        SL-9 Incident Files /

                        Gant Team Picture /

                        Neil's Autopsy Report /

                        Gumshoe's ID

 

Edgeworth:        ...

Edgeworth:        Wright, please.

                        I'm the prosecutor on this

                        case!

Edgeworth:        You don't expect me to sit

                        here and discuss the case

                        with you over a cup of tea!

Phoenix:           I'll pass on the tea.

                        Just tell me about the case...

Ema:                Mr. Wright! Mr. Edgeworth

                        just told you "no" in a very

                        stylish manner!

Phoenix:           (Whose side are you on,

                        anyway?)

Phoenix:           (Maybe if I just show him my

                        best evidence I can get

                        some reaction out of him.)

 

 

                        >Talk: Forged evidence

 

Edgeworth:        There's no excuse for what

                        I've done.

Edgeworth:        Two years ago, I used false

                        evidence to obtain a guilty

                        verdict.

Edgeworth:        That's what it all breaks down

                        to, and nothing I do can erase

                        that fact.

Phoenix:           But you didn't know, did you?

Phoenix:           I mean, that the evidence was

                        falsified.

Edgeworth:        The Police Department and the

                        Prosecutor's Office share a

                        bond of trust.

Edgeworth:        If that bond is broken, we

                        stand to lose everything.

Edgeworth:        The Police Department's error

                        is my error, my responsibility

                        as the prosecutor in charge.

Edgeworth:        That fact remains the same no

                        matter what excuses I might

                        have.

Ema:                Mr. Edgeworth...

Edgeworth:        I take pride in my work.

Edgeworth:        So tell me why!

                        Why has it all come to this...

Phoenix:           (Even Edgeworth can't keep

                        this kind of emotion

                        bottled up...)

 

                        >Talk: Tomorrow's trial

 

Phoenix:           Are you up for the trial

                        tomorrow?

Edgeworth:        Hmph.

Edgeworth:        First last year's trial, and

                        now this one. It seems all you

                        do is worry about me.

Edgeworth:        To be honest, you're getting

                        on my nerves.

Ema:                But Mr. Edgeworth! You can't

                        just walk out on the trial...

Edgeworth:        Tomorrow is the last day. It's

                        too late to change

                        prosecutors.

Edgeworth:        I'll bet that's what my

                        superiors are banking on.

Edgeworth:        I never thought that case

                        would come back to haunt me

                        like this.

Phoenix:           What do you mean?

Edgeworth:        That list of evidence. It

                        seems too short.

Edgeworth:        Most lists...

                        run twice as long.

Phoenix:           It's only half as long as

                        most lists?

                        (That is odd...)

Edgeworth:        After Neil Marshall was

                        murdered,

Edgeworth:        I became prosecutor for that

                        case.

Edgeworth:        I may not have been part of

                        the investigation,

Edgeworth:        but at the time there was only

                        one thing on my mind:

Edgeworth:        I'd use the evidence I was

                        given to prove the suspect

                        guilty!

Ema:                Say, we just saw a picture

                        taken around that time.

Phoenix:           (That picture...

                        Something seemed strange

                        about it...)

 

                        >Talk: The day of the crime

 

Phoenix:           Could you tell us again about

                        what happened that day?

Phoenix:           The day Detective Goodman was

                        murdered?

Phoenix:           You were participating in a

                        ceremony over at the station,

                        right?

Edgeworth:        I've never cared for

                        ceremonies, but I had to

                        attend that one.

Ema:                Because you were awarded this?

Edgeworth:        Those receiving awards can't

                        exactly skip out on the

                        ceremony.

Edgeworth:        I finished up at the office in

                        the morning, then drove over

                        to the Police Department.

Phoenix:           You, "finished up" at the

                        office?

Edgeworth:        Yes. Just odds and ends-

                        clerical stuff.

Edgeworth:        I didn't plan on returning to

                        the office that day.

Edgeworth:        That is, until I was asked to

                        take something back.

Ema:                Take something back?

Edgeworth:        This.

Ema:                Oh yeah. Chief Gant asked you

                        to hold onto that, didn't he?

Edgeworth:        Yes. It was a piece of

                        evidence in a case that was

                        closed half a year ago.

Edgeworth:        He asked me to bring it back

                        to the Prosecutor's Office.

Phoenix:           (That's the story we heard

                        yesterday...)

Phoenix:           So you came back here to the

                        Prosecutor's Office because

                        the Chief asked you to?

Edgeworth:        That's right.

Phoenix:           ...

 

                        >Talk: Prosecutor trophy

 

Edgeworth:        This award originates from an

                        ancient Chinese tale.

Edgeworth:        In Chinese, the word

                        "contradiction" is written

                        with two characters:

Edgeworth:        the first means "halberd,"

                        and the second means "shield."

                        Have you heard this story?

Phoenix:           Me? Oh, uh... sure. Everyone

                        knows that! Why don't you tell

                        it though... for Ema's sake.

Edgeworth:        Very well.

Edgeworth:        Long ago in the kingdom of

                        Chu, there was an arms

                        merchant.

Edgeworth:        One day, he presented the king

                        with two items.

Edgeworth:        The first was a halberd he

                        claimed could slice through

                        any shield or armor.

Edgeworth:        The second was a shield he

                        claimed could withstand any

                        weapon.

Phoenix:           Hmm... Wait a minute.

Phoenix:           OBJECTION!

Phoenix:           Those claims contradict each

                        other!

Edgeworth:        Very perceptive.

                        But then again, you've heard

                        this story before, right?

Edgeworth:        Anyway, as you mentioned, the

                        very descriptions of these

                        items discredit them both.

Edgeworth:        When the king pointed this

                        out, the merchant was left

                        speechless.

Edgeworth:        And thus, the Chinese word for

                        "contradiction" was born.

Ema:                Oh, I see! So the "chipped

                        shield" and the "broken knife"

                        symbolize...

Edgeworth:        Precisely so. They symbolize

                        the merchant's items.

Edgeworth:        The ancient tale ends with the

                        merchant at a loss for words,

Edgeworth:        but it's in our nature to

                        pursue matters to their

                        conclusion...

Edgeworth:        even if it results in

                        something as ugly as this.

Ema:                Wow. Thanks, Mr. Edgeworth!

                        I learned something new today!

Phoenix:           That's funny...

Phoenix:           If that's so, then why were

                        you only given a shield?

Edgeworth:        ...

                        You'll have to ask Chief Gant.

Edgeworth:        Two years ago, he had the

                        "halberd" part of the award

                        abolished.

Phoenix:           (Chief Gant...)

 

                        King of Prosecutors Trophy

                        updated in the Court Record.

 

 

                        >Move: Underground Parking Lot

 

                        February 24

                        Prosecutor's Office

                        Underground Parking Lot

 

???:                  Excuse me...

Angel:               Would either of you care for

                        a quarter pound of roast

                        beef?

Phoenix:           Ms. Starr!

                        (I guess she's out of lunches.)

Angel:               You certainly are the curious

                        sort, aren't you?

Angel:               Kind of like the first person

                        who sucked a cow's nipple to

                        discover milk.

Angel:               Still, I never thought you'd

                        go digging up that case from

                        two years ago.

Phoenix:           Everyone in this trial was

                        involved in the SL-9 Incident.

Phoenix:           Not only that, but the murder

                        occurred on the very day the

                        evidence from that case was

Phoenix:           due for transferal. This can't

                        all be attributed to mere

                        "coincidence."

Angel:               ...

Angel:               Aren't you forgetting

                        something?

Angel:               You know, that little scene I

                        happened to witness?

Phoenix:           (The instant Lana stabbed

                        Detective Goodman with a

                        knife.)

Angel:               No matter how much of the past

                        you dig up, it won't change

                        what I saw.

Angel:               Roast beef is meant to be

                        savored when eaten.

Phoenix:           (Ms. Starr's hatred toward

                        Lana...)

Phoenix:           (It all dates back to two

                        years ago!)

 

                        >Present: [anything]

 

Angel:               I don't have anything else to

                        tell you.

Ema:                Ms. Starr...

Angel:               The only thing I can give you

                        now, is a poppyseed rice set.

Phoenix:           (Talk about cheap...)

Angel:               Eat this, and maybe you'll be

                        able to tell black from white

                        in court tomorrow.

 

 

                        >Talk: Darke investigation

 

Angel:               Joe Darke...

                        That's a name I'll not soon

                        forget!

Angel:               We trailed him for half a

                        year. Oh, the pressure!

Angel:               Still, I don't think I was

                        ever more alive than I was

                        then.

Angel:               Those days were steamier than

                        a bowl of hot gravy!

Angel:               Poor old Jake Marshall,

                        though, must have been going

                        through hell.

Phoenix:           You mean, because of his

                        brother's death?

Angel:               They were close, those two.

Angel:               After Neil died, something

                        took over Jake. He became

                        obsessed.

Angel:               Seeing Jake like that made her

                        all the more desperate.

Phoenix:           "Her"...?

Angel:               Lana Skye.

Ema:                My sister...?

Angel:               The best of the best were put

                        on that SL-9 case.

Angel:               Of course they were lead by

                        that legendary duo.

Ema:                Lana... and Chief Gant!

 

                        >Talk: After case closed

 

Angel:               That legendary pair was the

                        reason we were able to keep up

                        our investigation.

Angel:               That's why we're so shocked

                        over how it turned out...

Phoenix:           You mean, with the forging of

                        the evidence?

Angel:               Don't get me wrong. Joe Darke

                        got what he deserved.

Angel:               Still, it was obvious the

                        evidence produced in court was

                        being manipulated.

Angel:               Items our team never found

                        would suddenly appear, while

                        other items were kept secret.

Ema:                But you didn't have proof

                        anything illegal was done...

Angel:               I'm proof enough of what

                        happened.

Ema:                !

Angel:               After that case, all of us

                        save Goodman were relieved of

                        our duties...

Angel:               most without even so much as

                        an explanation.

Angel:               Then Lana Skye transferred to

                        the Prosecutor's Office and

                        became Chief Prosecutor.

Ema:                Lana always wanted to be a

                        prosecutor.

Angel:               Nothing's quite as simple as

                        it appears.

Ema:                Huh?

Angel:               Lana Skye was merely being

                        used as a pawn.

                        That's my take on the matter.

Phoenix:           She was being used?

 

                        >Talk: Legendary duo

 

Angel:               Damon Gant and Lana Skye...

Angel:               Two years ago Gant was Chief

                        Detective, and Lana second in

                        command. They were the best.

Ema:                They solved all kinds of cases

                        together, didn't they?

Angel:               Damon Gant's magnetism in

                        particular was almost unreal.

Phoenix:           His "magnetism"?

Angel:               By that I mean his ability to

                        attract evidence.

Angel:               He'd produce the most

                        incredible evidence in the

                        cases he handled.

Phoenix:           ("Incredible evidence"? You

                        mean...)

Angel:               Oh, yes. There were rumors

                        about him even back then.

Angel:               No one dared confront him,

                        though.

Phoenix:           (I take it she's talking about

                        forged evidence.)

Angel:               Back then, everyone looked up

                        to Lana. All the detectives

                        wanted to be like her.

Ema:                ! Really?

Angel:               Oh yes... myself included.

                        I was a fool, really.

Angel:               She hated anything crooked,

                        and always watched out for

                        the other detectives.

Angel:               That's why she was so

                        concerned for Jake.

Ema:                Mr. Marshall...

Angel:               When Jake's brother was

                        murdered, she felt as if she

                        had lost her own brother.

Angel:               If it wasn't for her, I don't

                        think Jake would ever have

                        recovered from his shock.

Angel:               That's what makes it all the

                        more infuriating.

Ema:                Ms. Starr...

Angel:               That's why...

                        I'll never be able to forgive

                        her.

Angel:               Why did she have to turn so

                        cold after that...?

Ema:                ...

 

                        >Talk: Being "used"

 

Phoenix:           Lana transferred to the

                        Prosecutor's Office two years

                        ago, didn't she?

Angel:               Yes, thanks to "Chief" Gant's

                        powerful influence.

Ema:                Chief...

Angel:               That's right. Having solved

                        the SL-9 case, his position as

                        chief was secured.

Angel:               There was only one thing left

                        for him to control,

                        and then no one could stand in

Angel:               his way:

Angel:               the Prosecutor's Office.

Phoenix:           What? You mean...

                        That's why Lana was

                        transferred!?

Angel:               If he could control the Chief

                        Prosecutor, he could control

                        the Prosecutor's Office.

Angel:               That must have been his goal

                        all along.

Ema:                B-but how could he control

                        Lana?

Angel:               I don't know, but one thing's

                        for sure.

Angel:               Ever since that case ended,

                        she's never been the same.

Angel:               It's only logical to

                        conclude...

Angel:               there must have been a reason

                        for her change.

Phoenix:           (At last...)

Phoenix:           (I'm finally getting close to

                        the bottom of this ugly

                        mess.)

Phoenix:           Thank you, Ms. Starr.

Angel:               You listen to me, Rookie.

Angel:               It takes more than just

                        ingredients to create fine

                        cuisine.

Angel:               I hope you turn out to be a

                        better chef than I've been...

 

 

                        >Move: Criminal Affairs Dept.

 

                        February 24

                        Police Department

                        Criminal Affairs

 

Gumshoe:         Oh, you're back.

Phoenix:           You're still here?

Gumshoe:         I gotta make 150 copies of

                        these files.

Gumshoe:         Brewing coffee, copying

                        files...

Gumshoe:         I'm turning into a regular DJ!

Ema:                You're a "DJ" as well?

Phoenix:           If I'm not mistaken,

                        I think he means

                        "Desk Jockey."

Ema:                ...

                        Oh, that DJ...

Gumshoe:         I gotta admire your

                        persistency, but my answer's

                        still no.

Ema:                ?

Gumshoe:         I'm not letting you in the

                        Chief's office, period.

Gumshoe:         It'd be my neck on the line.

Phoenix:           (That office is the last crime

                        scene in the SL-9 Incident.)

Phoenix:           (I have to take a look in

                        there!)

Ema:                There's got to be something we

                        can do to make the Detective

                        change his mind.

 

                        >Examine: Detective

 

Phoenix:           That must be one of

                        the detectives.

Phoenix:           He's mumbling something

                        to himself.

Police:              "Oh, Francesca. You're more

                        lovely than a marsupial in..."

Police:              "Quiet, Jean Marc. Words will

                        just spoil the moment. Now

                        hold me close..."

Police:              Yes, this approach allows for

                        much more intrigue.

Phoenix:           ...

Phoenix:           It seems he's given up on the

                        mystery genre.

 

 

                        >Present: Prosecutor Trophy

 

Gumshoe:         Hey, that's it!

Gumshoe:         That's the "King of

                        Prosecutors" award that Mr.

                        Edgeworth got the other day!

Phoenix:           Were you at the awards

                        ceremony, Detective Gumshoe?

Gumshoe:         Of course, pal!

                        I got an award for diligence,

                        myself.

Phoenix:           Ah... congratulations.

Ema:                Say, this design's based on

                        an old Chinese parable, right?

Gumshoe:         Uh, yeah! Everyone knows that!

Gumshoe:         There was this, uh... dragon,

                        yeah, that's it. A dragon!

Gumshoe:         He had a thing for shields,

                        see...?

Phoenix:           That's not exactly the version

                        we heard.

Ema:                No, but this one sounds more

                        exciting!

Gumshoe:         Anyway, it gets kind of gory

                        after that. I'll spare you the

                        details.

 

                        >Present: Letter of Resignation

 

Gumshoe:         What's this crumpled up piece

                        of paper?

Gumshoe:         ......

Gumshoe:         N--no way!

                        Mr. Edgeworth can't be

                        serious!

Phoenix:           Is he ever not serious?

Gumshoe:         I can't believe they've pushed

                        him this far...

Ema:                Mr. Edgeworth really feels

                        responsible.

Gumshoe:         At first I thought he was as

                        cold as ice,

Gumshoe:         but now I know different!

Gumshoe:         He trusted us detectives to

                        provide him with sound

                        evidence,

Gumshoe:         but we just...

Gumshoe:         we betrayed him!

Ema:                Detective...

Gumshoe:         .........

Gumshoe:         That's it.

                        I've made up my mind!

Ema:                But...

Gumshoe:         Here, take my ID card.

Phoenix:           We can't do that. If someone

                        found out...

Ema:                they wouldn't let you off the

                        hook with another lost item

                        report!

Gumshoe:         Look at me. It's no secret I'm

                        already out of the loop.

Gumshoe:         After all, I'm friends with

                        Mr. Edgeworth.

Gumshoe:         Depending on how this case

                        turns out, I may already be as

                        good as terminated...

Phoenix:           (What...?)

Gumshoe:         So at least let me do this...

                        for Mr. Edgeworth's sake!

Phoenix:           All right, Detective.

                        Thank you.

 

                        Gumshoe's ID tucked swiftly

                        into your pocket.

 

 

                        >Move: Chief's Office

 

                        February 24

                        Police Department

                        Chief's Office

 

Ema:                Here goes, Mr. Wright.

 

                        *click*

 

                        *beep*

 

Ema:                Open sesame.

Ema:                If anyone finds us now,

Phoenix:           Detective Gumshoe's a goner.

Gumshoe:         If that happens, I'm counting

                        on you to bail me out!

Ema:                EEEEEK!

Gumshoe:         GAAAAH!

Ema:                Sorry, I thought you were a

                        ghost.

Gumshoe:         I didn't even know you

                        could slap a ghost.

Phoenix:           AAAAH!

                        Detective Gumshoe!

Phoenix:           What are you doing sneaking up

                        on us like that!?

Gumshoe:         I-I-I wasn't "sneaking."

                        I was just worried something

                        might go wrong...

Gumshoe:         so I came too.

Phoenix:           If you're here,

                        then what's the point in

                        giving us your ID card!?

 

                        Crumpled Gumshoe's ID Card

                        in pocket.

 

Gumshoe:         Hey, don't do that to

                        my card!

 

Gumshoe:         I hardly ever get a chance to

                        come in here,

Gumshoe:         so I figured I'd have a look

                        around myself!

Gumshoe:         Besides, we're all in this

                        together now.

Ema:                You really do want to get

                        fired, don't you?

Gumshoe:         Not if we're lucky.

                        Now come on, let's see what we

                        can find out!

Phoenix:           (I've got a bad feeling about

                        this...)

 

                        >Examine: Left Window

 

Gumshoe:         Look at that giant window...

Gumshoe:         Makes you want to crash

                        through it and jump outside.

Phoenix:           Uh, this is the 15th floor.

Gumshoe:         I know! I was just saying...

Phoenix:           (Saying what?)

Gumshoe:         Ever since making detective,

                        I've always dreamed about

                        doing something like that.

Ema:                Note to Self: Detective

                        Gumshoe has a lot of

                        dreams...

Phoenix:           So long as he doesn't go

                        crashing through that window

Phoenix:           when he gets fired.

Ema:                Don't say that!

 

                        >Examine: Shelves

 

Phoenix:           These shelves are mostly

                        empty.

Phoenix:           Lana must have cleaned them

                        out when she transferred over

                        to the Prosecutor's Office.

Phoenix:           There's a small picture frame

                        on the left shelf.

Ema:                Hey!

Ema:                This is when Lana and I went

                        to that theme park...

Ema:                ...

 

                        >Examine: Picture

 

Ema:                This was taken on that day two  

                        years ago.

Phoenix:           (The day Joe Darke ran out of

                        the questioning room and

                        tried to kill Ema...)

Gumshoe:         After receiving his award

                        trophy, Mr. Marshall took a

                        picture here,

Gumshoe:         then went along with Chief

                        Gant to question Darke.

Gumshoe:         I bet he never knew he'd be

                        dead just a few hours later...

Phoenix:           (Gee, you think?)

 

                        >Examine: Lana's Desk

 

Phoenix:           This was Lana's desk. It sure

                        is tidy.

Ema:                Lana's always been a

                        meticulous cleaner.

Phoenix:           There's not even any dust on

                        it! Looks like someone's still

                        keeping it clean.

Phoenix:           Does Lana ever come

                        back here?

Gumshoe:         No.

Gumshoe:         Chief Gant must still keep it

                        clean in memory of their

                        partnership.

Gumshoe:         They were the stuff legends

                        are made of!

Phoenix:           (Does he keep it in memory of

                        her, or in memory of the

                        crime...?)

 

                        >Examine: Organ

 

Gumshoe:         The Chief's organ sure is a

                        sight to behold.

Gumshoe:         Occasionally we hear him

                        playing it from the Criminal

                        Affairs department.

Phoenix:           (That's on the 2nd floor,

                        and this is the 15th!)

Gumshoe:         When a detective screws up,

                        the Chief calls him to his

                        office...

Gumshoe:         and makes him listen to the

                        organ for hours.

Ema:                What's so bad about that?

                        Music soothes the soul!

Gumshoe:         After that,

Gumshoe:         the detective can't hear

                        anything for days except for

                        the ringing in his ears.

Phoenix:           (So it's an instrument of

                        punishment... literally.)

Ema:                But aren't the Chief's ears

                        affected?

Gumshoe:         ...

Gumshoe:         He never listens to anyone

                        anyway.

Phoenix:           (That's besides the point...)

 

                        >Examine: Floor

 

Ema:                This mark looks like some kind

                        of flower.

Gumshoe:         Word is, it's designed

                        after the insignia on the

                        prosecutor's badge.

Phoenix:           "Prosecutor's badge"...?

Gumshoe:         Yeah, like the one hanging

                        from your collar.

Phoenix:           What!? They have badges too!?

Gumshoe:         The design's supposed to

                        portray the severity of the

                        punishment system.

Ema:                Now that you mention it, it

                        does look all pointy and kind

                        of painful.

Phoenix:           But Mr. Edgeworth never wears

                        a badge.

Gumshoe:         That's because he's a sharp

                        dresser.

Gumshoe:         A badge like that wouldn't go

                        too well with his outfit.

Ema:                So sharp dressers don't need

                        to wear badges?

Gumshoe:         I guess everyone just kind of

                        lets it slide.

Phoenix:           (I don't see how that's

                        supposed to signify severe

                        punishment...)

 

                        >Examine: Safe

 

Phoenix:           This is a safe, isn't it?

Gumshoe:         "Safe"... that word is ripe

                        with intrigue!

Phoenix:           Uh, okay. If you say so...

Ema:                It looks like a code needs

                        to be entered in this panel to

                        open it.

Phoenix:           (A seven-digit number. I think

                        I just might know what it

                        is...)

 

[E5-07-01]

                        A>Input number

                        B>Don't touch it

 

[E5-07-01-B]

Answer: Don't touch it

 

Phoenix:           (I'm not sure what will happen

                        if we enter the wrong code.)

Phoenix:           (I'd better wait until I find

                        something more definite.)

Ema:                A seven-digit number...

                        Didn't we see one of those

                        somewhere?

Gumshoe:         How about we try entering my

                        birth date?

 

[E5-07-01-A]

Answer: Input number

 

Gumshoe:         Do you know what it is?

Phoenix:           I have a hunch...

Gumshoe:         Oh, I know!

                        You want to try my birth date?

                        It's...

Phoenix:           (I have a better idea. Here

                        goes nothing.)

 

 

[E5-07-02]

                        A>Input: 7777777

                        B>Input: [anything else]

 

[E5-07-02-B]

Answer: Input: [anything else]

 

Ema:                I guess that wasn't it.

Phoenix:           I was so sure that was the

                        number!

Ema:                Maybe we should check the

                        Court Record again!

Phoenix:           (A seven-digit number...)

 

[E5-07-02-A]

Answer: Input: 7777777

 

                        Code confirmed. Access granted.

 

Phoenix:           Bingo.

Ema:                What number did you enter!?

Gumshoe:         Whose birthday was that, pal?

Phoenix:           "7777777."

                        The final ID card number on

                        that record.

Ema:                What?

Phoenix:           The number of the mysterious

                        "executive officer" who

                        entered the room that day.

Gumshoe:         You mean,

Gumshoe:         "Sevensevensevensevenseven-

                        seven"?

                        That ID number!?

Phoenix:           I think you're one "seven" shy

                        this time.

Phoenix:           This can only mean one thing:

                        That's Chief Gant's ID number!

Ema:                Say...

                        Anyone care to look inside?

 

                        >Examine: Open Safe

 

Gumshoe:         Is there any money in there?

                        How much does he have stashed

                        away!?

Ema:                Look! It's a... a...

Gumshoe:         a shard from a broken cup.

Phoenix:           (This somehow looks familiar.

                        Where have I seen this

                        before...?)

Ema:                There's something else in

                        here too.

Phoenix:           What's this?

                        It looks like a piece of

                        leather cloth...

Ema:                This is a handprint,

                        isn't it?

Gumshoe:         Hey! I saw someone wearing a

                        shirt like that once!

Gumshoe:         You think the Chief

                        made up the design?

Ema:                Uh... I don't think so.

Gumshoe:         Oh. Well, it was just a

                        thought.

Ema:                Is that it? This is all that

                        was in the safe?

Phoenix:           Apparently so. It's empty now.

Gumshoe:         A piece of cloth with a

                        handprint on it,

                        and a broken shard from a cup.

Phoenix:           They look like pieces of

                        evidence,

Gumshoe:         but unless you can prove

                        they have something to do with

                        this case,

Gumshoe:         I'm afraid I can't just let

                        you take them.

Gumshoe:         After all, it's my neck on the

                        line here!

Phoenix:           (Great. Now I have to prove

                        their "relevancy" to get

                        them.)

Phoenix:           (How are these two items

                        related to the SL-9

                        Incident?)

Ema:                Come on! There's got to be

                        something we can show the

                        detective!

 

                        >Examine: Gant's Desk

 

Ema:                Wow! Look at the size of Chief

                        Gant's desk!

Phoenix:           (Speaking of that, when we

                        were here earlier...)

Gant:                Oh, it's you two.

Phoenix:           Chief Gant!

Phoenix:           (He put that paper he was

                        reading in his desk.)

Phoenix:           I wonder what he was reading?

Gumshoe:         This looks like a list of

                        evidence... used in

                        a case.

Phoenix:           A list of evidence?

Gumshoe:         In most cases the list runs

                        twice as long as this.

Ema:                Hey, look at the case name!

Gumshoe:         Huh? "SL-9 Incident"!

                        I wonder what this is doing

                        here...

Phoenix:           Hold on, Detective!

                        What did you just say?

Gumshoe:         I said, "I wonder what..."

Phoenix:           No, about evidence lists.

                        Normally they're twice as

                        long?

Gumshoe:         That's right. I guess there

                        wasn't a lot of evidence.

Phoenix:           (A half-sized list of

                        evidence...)

Edgeworth:        That list of evidence. It

                        seems too short.

Edgeworth:        Most lists...

                        run twice as long.

Phoenix:           (What would the other half of

                        the list be doing here?)

Ema:                I knew it! The Chief must be

                        hiding something about that

                        case!

Phoenix:           It would appear so.

 

                        Evidence List added to

                        the Court Record.

 

                        >Examine: Gant's Desk

 

Ema:                Wow! Look at the size of Chief

                        Gant's desk!

Phoenix:           We found this inside the

                        drawer.

Phoenix:           A list of evidence from the

                        SL-9 Incident.

Ema:                Mr. Edgeworth had the other

                        half of that list!

Phoenix:           (What would this list be

                        doing here...?)

Phoenix:           (We'd better look a little

                        more into this list.)

 

                        >Examine: Suit of Armor

 

Phoenix:           This is the real deal, isn't

                        it? This armor and these

                        weapons?

Gumshoe:         Sure is, pal. The Chief

                        doesn't care for imitations.

Phoenix:           First the pipe organ, now this

                        armor...

Phoenix:           Do you know how many

                        taxpayer dollars must have

                        gone into this room?

Ema:                What? You mean we're paying

                        for this!?

Ema:                That's it. I'm not paying one

                        cent of my taxes!

Phoenix:           (You don't have any taxes to

                        pay.)

Gumshoe:         Ssh!

                        Be careful of what you say!

Gumshoe:         Who knows? The Chief may be

                        hiding in this armor as we

                        speak!

Phoenix:           I don't think he'd fit in

                        there.

Ema:                Even if he did, he'd never be

                        able to get back out.

Gumshoe:         Cut it out! You guys don't

                        know how scary that guy can

                        be!

 

                        >Examine: Right Window

 

Ema:                You can see pretty far from 15

                        stories up.

Ema:                If you were to drop that suit

                        of armor from here...

Gumshoe:         At first the Chief wanted to

                        use stained glass for this

                        window.

Ema:                Really? Why didn't he?

Gumshoe:         They say he changed his mind

                        because he wouldn't be able to

                        see the view.

Ema:                Oh.

Phoenix:           (Stained glass or not, it's a

                        huge window...)

 

 

                        >Activate Luminol Reagent

                        >Spray: Floor near Lana's desk

 

Ema:                Whoa!

                        This area must have been

                        covered in blood!

Phoenix:           Is this from that incident?

Ema:                It must be. When Prosecutor

                        Neil Marshall was murdered.

Ema:                Two years have passed, so the

                        reaction's kind of dull.

Phoenix:           (So a murder really did take

                        place here.)

 

 

                        >Present: Irrelevant Evidence

 

Gumshoe:         If I'm fired, I won't be able

                        to give you any information!

Gumshoe:         So that's why I have to get it

                        all out of my system now!

Gumshoe:         You understand, don't you?

Ema:                Don't be so negative,

                        Detective!

Ema:                We do want you to share your

                        information, though.

Gumshoe:         Oh, who am I fooling?

                        I've never had anything

                        useful to share to begin with.

Ema:                Argh!

                        Got... to stay... positive!

 

                        >Present: Evidence List

 

Ema:                That's what the Chief was

                        reading before, isn't it?

Ema:                You know, when we first came

                        in here?

Phoenix:           Yeah. It looks like the right

                        side of the form's been torn

                        off.

Ema:                So Mr. Edgeworth's list really

                        was only half of the whole

                        thing!

Gumshoe:         Something else is buggin' me

                        more than that.

Gumshoe:         Take a look at the back of

                        that form, pal.

Phoenix:           (The back...?)

 

                        >Present: Unstable Jar

 

Phoenix:           Detective Gumshoe. Could you

                        have another look at this jar?

Gumshoe:         All of us put that back

                        together. Oh, those were the

                        days...

Phoenix:           (It's kind of early to be

                        nostalgic.)

Ema:                Wasn't this jar a piece of

                        evidence from that case?

Gumshoe:         That's right. One of the

                        shards had an "SL-9 Incident"

                        sticker on it.

Phoenix:           Doesn't this ring any bells?

                        You kow, that fragment we

                        just found?

Gumshoe:         You mean this one, that was in

                        the safe?

Ema:                Yes, that one... that was in

                        the safe.

Gumshoe:         ...

Gumshoe:         !

Gumshoe:         Now that you mention it, it's

                        ringing a lot of bells!

Gumshoe:         Let's see if it fits!

 

 

[E5-07-03]

                        A>Assemble fragments

                        B>Leave it be for now

 

[E5-07-03-B]

Answer: Leave it be for now

 

Phoenix:           Maybe we shouldn't do this

                        right now.

Gumshoe:         What!?

Gumshoe:         Look, bud. You don't get

                        someone all worked up, then

                        just leave them hanging!

Gumshoe:         You're as bad as that girl I

                        met back when I was 16...

Ema:                Sixteen... That's the same age

                        I am.

                        I wonder what happened?

Phoenix:           (It's hard to imagine

                        Detective Gumshoe had a

                        childhood.)

Ema:                Well, if we don't do it now,

                        then let's at least do it

                        later!

 

[E5-07-03-A]

Answer: Assemble fragments

 

Phoenix:           Here, let me see that shard.

                        I'll take a crack at this.

Gumshoe:         Go ahead, pal. Show us what a

                        rookie can do!

Ema:                Mr. Wright! Here's some glue!

Phoenix:           (If I can piece this together

                        again...)

Phoenix:           (it'll prove Chief Gant was

                        knowingly hiding evidence!)

Phoenix:           (Here goes...)

 

[E5-07-04]

                        A>Combine

                        B>Back

 

[E5-07-04-B]

Answer: Back

 

Phoenix:           I don't get it! This piece

                        doesn't fit anywhere in this

                        jar!

Ema:                What? But it has to!

Phoenix:           Well, I need a breather. I'll

                        try it again later.

Ema:                If you don't, I'll switch your

                        eyedrops with my special

                        solution!

 

[E5-07-04-A]

Answer: Combine

 

Phoenix:           There! It fits like a charm.

                        That of course means...

Phoenix:           Chief Gant willingly and

                        knowingly hid a piece of this

                        jar in his safe.

Ema:                !

Phoenix:           In other words, he concealed a

                        piece of evidence from the SL-9

                        Incident.

Ema:                But...

Gumshoe:         Hey guys!

                        Get a load of this!

Phoenix:           What is it?

Gumshoe:         This piece you just

                        attached...

Gumshoe:         it's different

                        from the others!

Ema:                There's a reddish line on it!

Phoenix:           (A reddish line...)

Phoenix:           (That's blood!)

Gumshoe:         I don't get it!

Gumshoe:         Why would Chief Gant hide this

                        in his safe?

 

                        The Unstable Jar data has been

                        updated.

 

                        >Present: Unstable Jar

 

Gumshoe:         I feel a lot better now that

                        this jar's complete.

Ema:                But it only raises another

                        question:

Ema:                What was a piece of it doing

                        in the Chief's safe?

Gumshoe:         More importantly, why wasn't

                        there any money in there?

Gumshoe:         Isn't that what safes are for

                        anyway!?

Phoenix:           (I have a feeling the outcome

                        of tomorrow's trial just

                        might hinge on this...)

 

                        >Present: Fingerprinting Set

 

Phoenix:           Detective Gumshoe.

                        I'd like you to have a look at

                        this.

Gumshoe:         Hey, I know what that is!

                        So, you want to take some

                        fingerprints?

Ema:                That's a great idea,

                        Detective!

Gumshoe:         All right, go to town.

                        Sheesh!

Gumshoe:         ...

Ema:                ...

Phoenix:           What are you doing? Why are

                        you sticking out your hand

                        like that?

Gumshoe:         Go ahead.

                        Take my fingerprints.

Ema:                ...

Ema:                Um, it's not your fingerprints

                        we want to take.

Gumshoe:         Huh?

Phoenix:           Come on, this isn't the time

                        for jokes.

Phoenix:           We're talking about that cloth

                        we found in the safe!

Gumshoe:         Oh! Heh heh!

                        I knew that. The one with the

                        hand print on it, right?

Gumshoe:         Sheesh, where's your sense of

                        humor?

Ema:                Okay, Mr. Wright. Let's check

                        for prints!

Ema:                Sprinkle the powder on the

                        cloth,

Ema:                then, once they've been

                        absorbed into the prints, blow

                        the rest away!

Phoenix:           (What are you, my mom? I

                        don't have to be told a

                        million times.)

Phoenix:           All right, let's get this

                        over with!

 

 

                        >Select which finger to examine

                        >Examine: Thumb, index, ring or pinky finger

 

[E5-07-05]

                        A>Spread the powder and blow

                        B>Back

 

[E5-07-05-B]

Answer: Back

 

Phoenix:           (I think I'd like to try one

                        of the other fingerprints.)

Ema:                Okay, let's move on to a

                        different finger!

 

[E5-07-05-A]

Answer: Spread the powder and blow

 

Phoenix:           Hmm...

                        I gave it my best shot.

Ema:                That kind of result won't be

                        any good for matching prints,

                        will it?

Phoenix:           But it doesn't look like

                        we'll get a clearer result

                        from this print.

Ema:                Ok, let's try a different

                        finger, then!

 

 

                        >Select which finger to examine

                        >Examine: Middle finger

 

[E5-07-06]

                        A>Compare: Ema

                        B>Compare: Anyone else

 

[E5-07-06-B]

Answer: Compare: Anyone else

 

                        >Comparing...

                        Comparison complete.

                        No matches found.

 

Ema:                No, that doesn't match.

Phoenix:           It looks like we're out of

                        clues this time.

Ema:                Yeah...

Ema:                But it was inside the Chief's

                        safe.

Phoenix:           Right,

                        along with that shard.

Ema:                So that means it's got to have

                        something to do with that

                        incident!

Phoenix:           (The one that happened right

                        here in this room... She's

                        right!)

Phoenix:           (We should check the

                        fingerprints of everyone who

                        was in here that day!)

Gumshoe:         The way I see it, there's a

                        higher power at work here.

                        You just gotta have faith.

 

[E5-07-06-A]

Answer: Compare: Ema

 

                        >Comparing...

                        Comparison complete.

                        Match found.

 

Phoenix:           (No... How can this be!?)

Phoenix:           (What are Ema's fingerprints

                        doing here!?)

Ema:                Hey, you found a match?

                        Whose fingerprints were they!?

Phoenix:           Huh? Oh, uh... it seems the

                        prints are too old.

Phoenix:           They aren't clear enough to

                        get a match.

Ema:                Oh... That's too bad.

                        I thought they'd be Darke's

                        prints.

Gumshoe:         Psst! Hey you.

                        Over here.

Gumshoe:         What's going on here? What are

                        that kid's prints doing inside

                        the Chief's safe?

Phoenix:           Don't ask me!

Phoenix:           Let's just keep this

                        information from Ema for now.

Gumshoe:         ...

Gumshoe:         Here. Maybe you should hold

                        onto this.

 

                        Strip of Cloth folded and

                        added to the Court Record.

 

 

                        >Present: Strip of Cloth

 

Phoenix:           What is this strip of cloth,

                        anyway?

Gumshoe:         It's smooth, and sort of feels

                        like vinyl.

Gumshoe:         I think I've felt something

                        like this before...

Gumshoe:         ...

                        Nah, I can't remember.

Phoenix:           It seems this is becoming a

                        habit with you.

Gumshoe:         I can't keep anything in my

                        head lately!

Ema:                Note to Self: Detective

                        Gumshoe is going senile.

Phoenix:           (Ema's fingerprints were found

                        on this cloth.)

Phoenix:           (I have a bad feeling about

                        this...)

 

 

                        >Talk: The Chief's office

 

Phoenix:           That desk on the other side of

                        the room... Was that your

                        sister's?

Ema:                Yes.

                        That's where I was waiting for

                        Lana...

Ema:                on that day two years ago.

Phoenix:           Is anyone using it now?

Gumshoe:         No sir. This is entirely

                        Chief Gant's office now.

Gumshoe:         He practices a strict policy

                        of "preserving the crime

                        scene."

Phoenix:           (That's a strange reason to

                        leave it there...)

Gumshoe:         He leaves it as a warning to

                        everyone else. He wants us

                        to always be alert.

Gumshoe:         He told us so himself at our

                        New Year's party.

Gumshoe:         Of course, he was pretty

                        intoxicated at the time.

Phoenix:           I see.

Ema:                So ever since Lana left,

                        no one ever touches that desk?

Gumshoe:         No one except Chief Gant...

                        and the cleaning lady who's in

                        here each morning.

Phoenix:           (Still, two years have passed

                        since that incident.)

Phoenix:           (There can't possibly be any

                        clues remaining.)

 

                        >Talk: Chief Gant

 

Gumshoe:         Can I ask you something?

Phoenix:           Sure.

Gumshoe:         You only came here to look

                        around, right? Because it's

                        one of the SL-9 crime scenes.

Gumshoe:         I mean, that's your only

                        reason for coming here, isn't

                        it?

Phoenix:           ...

                        Why do you ask?

Gumshoe:         You don't think... Nah!

                        You wouldn't be... No.

Gumshoe:         ...

Gumshoe:         No, there's no way.

                        Never mind.

                        Don't worry about it.

Phoenix:           Okay.

                        Now then, let's look around a

                        bit more.

Gumshoe:         Hey, hold on!

                        Not so fast, buddy!

Phoenix:           Huh? What is it?

Gumshoe:         When someone tells you "don't

                        worry about it," it's supposed

                        to start bothering you, pal!

Gumshoe:         You don't just let it go at

                        that!

Phoenix:           S-sorry.

                        (This guy's starting to get on

                        my nerves.)

Phoenix:           Okay, so what's bothering you?

Gumshoe:         You two don't think...

Gumshoe:         Chief Gant...

                        might be a suspect, do you?

Ema:                What!?

                        Yeah, Mr. Wright! What do we

                        think of him?

Phoenix:           (Chief Gant...

                        So it's finally come to

                        this.)

Phoenix:           (What do I think of him?)

Phoenix:           (Perhaps it's best I don't

                        divulge my feelings... yet.)

Gumshoe:         There he goes, ignoring me

                        again.

 

Gumshoe:         Well? Was I any help?

Phoenix:           Of course!

Phoenix:           Thanks to your ID card, we

                        were able to get some hard

                        evidence.

???:                  Now that's not very kind, is

                        it?

???:                  In other words, if it wasn't

                        for his ID card, he would

                        have been useless...

Gant:                Isn't that right, you in the

                        coat?

Ema:                EEEEEK!

Gumshoe:         C-Chief Gant!

Phoenix:           We didn't think you'd be

                        back so soon.

Gant:                Fortunately I'm a man who

                        believes in signs.

Gant:                As I was walking to my

                        meeting,

Gant:                I happened to look out a

                        window and saw a stray dog run

                        right into a pole.

Gant:                Just then I thought of a

                        certain detective.

Gumshoe:         Do you mean... m-me, sir?

Gant:                Now then,

                        I'm afraid I'm going to have

                        to ask you all to leave.

Ema:                Y-yes sir!

                        Sorry...

Gant:                Oh, you in the coat.

Gumshoe:         Me, sir!?

Gant:                Drop off your ID on the way

                        out.

Gant:                You won't be needing it

                        anymore.

Gumshoe:         But sir...

Gant:                Now get out!

Gumshoe:         Y-y-yes sir!

Phoenix:           We'll be on our way too, then.

Gant:                Wait. You, the one without

                        the spiky hair.

Gant:                Don't go yet.

Ema:                M-me, sir!?

Gant:                I'd like a word with you.

Ema:                But sir!

                        I'm not a licensed

                        scientific investigator yet!

Gant:                You with the spiky hair.

                        You're free to go.

Ema:                M-Mr. Wright!!!

 

Gumshoe:         Look, pal! If I've told you

                        once I've told you a thousand

                        times...

Gumshoe:         The Chief's office is off

                        limits!

Gumshoe:         But no, you just had to go

                        sneaking in there like that,

                        didn't you!?

Phoenix:           I thought you said you didn't

                        care anymore if you were

                        fired.

Gumshoe:         Yeah, but if I knew it'd be

                        like this,

Gumshoe:         I never would've said it!

Phoenix:           (Now that I've seen the

                        evidence Chief Gant was

                        hiding in his office...)

Phoenix:           (I think I'm finally starting

                        to get the picture...)

Phoenix:           (It's hard to believe anyone

                        could keep quiet about it all

                        this time...)

Gumshoe:         Anyway, you listenin' to me!?

Gumshoe:         I'm gonna try to smooth

                        things over with the Chief

                        again!

Gumshoe:         Later, pal!

 

Phoenix:           After that, I heard from Ema.

                        She said the police want to

                        ask her some questions,

Phoenix:           so she'll be busy for the rest

                        of the day...

 

 

                        February 24

                        Detention Center

                        Visitor's Room

 

Lana:                I see. So the Chief asked Ema

                        to come in for questioning...

Phoenix:           It's no use thinking about it.

                        Tomorrow's the final day in

                        court.

Phoenix:           I'm committed to doing

                        everything I can to defend

                        you, which is why I'm here.

Lana:                But I've already told you all

                        I can...

Phoenix:           What you've told me over these

                        past couple of days...

Phoenix:           is absolutely nothing. Not a

                        single, useful thing.

Lana:                Really?

                        I believe I did mention

                        something quite important.

Lana:                Something I told you right at

                        the beginning.

Lana:                I said that I was the one who

                        stabbed Detective Goodman.

Phoenix:           You know, I think I've finally

                        figured it out...

Phoenix:           Who it is you're hiding behind

                        those words.

Lana:                ...

Lana:                Mia did a good job mentoring

                        you. I'm rather jealous...

Phoenix:           !

Lana:                It seems Edgeworth was right.

Phoenix:           Edgeworth...?

Lana:                Once you're convinced you

                        know something, no one can

                        persuade you otherwise.

Lana:                "Thick headed" is the term he

                        used, I believe.

Phoenix:           (Now's my chance to get her to

                        tell me the rest of the

                        story!)

 

 

                        >Move

 

Phoenix:           I need to hear what Lana has

                        to say. Then I can finish up

                        the investigation.

 

 

                        >Present: [anything]

 

Phoenix:           (Showing evidence isn't going

                        to do me any good now.)

Phoenix:           (I've got to get Lana to tell

                        me everything she's hiding!)

Lana:                Mr. Wright.

Lana:                You're evolving by leaps and

                        bounds.

Lana:                I'm starting to see the hunger

                        in your eyes.

 

 

                        >Talk: Keeping quiet

 

Phoenix:           I have to admit I was more

                        than a little perplexed at

                        first.

Phoenix:           You insisted you "did it," yet

                        there was no incriminating

                        evidence.

Phoenix:           That's when it hit me. It's

                        not that you're unwilling to

                        tell the truth,

Phoenix:           it's that you're incapable of

                        doing so, because of a

                        certain individual.

Lana:                What an intriguing notion.

                        A certain, "individual," you

                        say?

Lana:                So you think I'm...

                        protecting this person?

Phoenix:           Protecting? No. I think

                        "afraid of" is more like it.

Lana:                !

Phoenix:           If I'm not mistaken, the

                        person in question may have

                        persuaded you to silence.

Lana:                ...

Lana:                For argument's sake, Mr.

                        Wright, whom may I ask is this

                        person you're speaking of?

Lana:                The one I am supposedly so

                        "frightened" of?

                        What is this person's name?

 

[E5-07-07]

                        A>Present: Damon Gant

                        B>Present: Anyone else

 

[E5-07-07-B]

Answer: Present: Anyone else

 

Phoenix:           The person whom you fear...

                        is this!

Lana:                To be honest, there's someone

                        a bit scarier.

Phoenix:           W-who would that be?

Lana:                Why you, of course.

Phoenix:           Me?

Lana:                Yes. You seriously believe

                        what you're saying, don't you?

                        Now that's scary.

Phoenix:           I, uh...

Lana:                You seem to have the makings

                        of a criminal in you, what

                        with all your fallacious

Lana:                accusations. Care to spend

                        tonight in the next cell?

Phoenix:           (If you ask me, you're the

                        scary one...)

 

[E5-07-07-A]

Answer: Present: Damon Gant

 

Phoenix:           Well, Ms. Skye?

Lana:                ...

Lana:                Mr. Wright. You are addressing

                        the Chief Prosecutor.

Lana:                Do not forget your place.

Phoenix:           (I take it she's still not

                        ready to spill the beans.)

Lana:                My apologies.

Lana:                Could you please tell me a

                        bit more about the

                        circumstances?

 

                        >Talk: Damon Gant

 

Lana:                We were partners until two

                        years ago.

Lana:                I respected him as a

                        detective.

Phoenix:           Assuming he is respectable,

                        then tell me something...

Phoenix:           Why would he try to hide his

                        crimes?

Lana:                His "crimes"...?

Phoenix:           Both you and Edgeworth will be

                        brought before a board of

                        inquiry for what you did.

Phoenix:           Specifically, hiding and

                        forging evidence.

Lana:                Of course, these are serious

                        offenses...

Phoenix:           Why is it, though, that Chief

                        Gant's name was never

                        mentioned?

Lana:                Chief Gant...?

Phoenix:           Edgeworth didn't know the

                        truth behind the forgery.

Phoenix:           The only party who could have

                        possible investigated that

                        evidence was...

Lana:                Me.

Lana:                I had access because I was

                        second in command of that

                        investigation.

Phoenix:           Yes you, but also one other:

                        Damon Gant.

Lana:                ...

Lana:                If you intend to accuse Chief

                        Gant, you'll need more than

                        just words.

Lana:                Show me proof that Chief Gant

                        falsified evidence in that

                        case!

 

[E5-07-08]

                        A>Present: Unstable Jar

                        B>Present: [anything else]

 

[E5-07-08-B]

Answer: Present: [anything else]

 

Phoenix:           You want proof of the Chief's

                        wrongdoings?

                        Here it is!

Lana:                That "evidence" proves someone

                        is doing something wrong all

                        right,

Lana:                but it's not the Chief.

Phoenix:           W-who would that be?

Lana:                Why you, of course.

Phoenix:           Me?

Lana:                Yes. You seriously believe

                        what you're saying, don't you?

                        Now that's scary.

Phoenix:           I, uh...

Lana:                You seem to have the makings

                        of a criminal in you, what

                        with all your fallacious

Lana:                accusations. Care to spend

                        tonight in the next cell?

Phoenix:           (If you ask me, you're the

                        scary one...)

 

[E5-07-08-A]

Answer: Present: Unstable Jar

 

Phoenix:           I just found this in a safe

                        in the Chief's office.

Phoenix:           This jar piece,

                        and this strip of cloth.

Phoenix:           Do you know what these are?

                        They're pieces of evidence

                        from the SL-9 Incident!

Lana:                I...

Phoenix:           The person concealing evidence

                        was none other than Chief Gant

                        himself.

Phoenix:           Now tell me! Why are you

                        taking all the blame for him!?

Lana:                ...

                        Touché, Mr. Wright.

Lana:                It's as you surmised. I cannot

                        disobey the Chief's orders...

Lana:                even if it means being found

                        guilty for murder.

Phoenix:           Why not?

Lana:                Come now, Mr. Wright. You

                        can't possibly expect me to be

                        able to tell you that.

Lana:                Three days ago...

                        I had no choice but to

                        cooperate.

Phoenix:           (In the murder of Detective

                        Goodman!)

Lana:                Or perhaps I should say,

                        "follow orders."

Lana:                Yes, that's more accurate than

                        "cooperate."

 

                        >Talk: "Orders"

 

Lana:                Although I can't tell you the

                        details,

Lana:                I can say that I was given an

                        order that day.

 

                        "I need you to dispose of

                        Bruce Goodman's body."

                        "You'll find it inside the

                        trunk of Miles Edgeworth's

                        car."

 

Phoenix:           Just as I suspected.

Phoenix:           Despite what everyone

                        believes...

Phoenix:           you were not the one who

                        murdered Detective Goodman!

Lana:                Correct.

Lana:                I was trying to take the body

                        out of Edgeworth's car.

Lana:                The trunk was broken.

Lana:                I discovered that murder

                        weapon while inspecting the

                        body.

Phoenix:           The murder weapon...

                        You mean, Edgeworth's knife?

Lana:                No.

Lana:                When I found the body, this

                        was the knife stuck in it.

Phoenix:           (The knife from the SL-9

                        Incident... serial killer

                        Joe Darke's knife!)

Lana:                I couldn't just leave that

                        knife in him,

Lana:                so I took it out and stabbed

                        him with another knife.

Phoenix:           That would be Edgeworth's

                        knife?

Lana:                That's right.

Lana:                Even though he was already

                        dead, my hands were shaking at

                        the thought of stabbing him.

Lana:                That's why I ended up cutting

                        my hand.

Phoenix:           And that is the reason for the

                        bandage on your right hand?

Lana:                Yes. It seems that I got

                        blood on the victim's shoes

                        as well.

Lana:                And then...

Lana:                she saw me just as I plunged

                        the knife in.

Phoenix:           (Ms. Starr...)

Phoenix:           Why did you need to hide

                        Darke's knife so badly?

 

                        >Talk: Darke's Knife

 

Lana:                It took a lot of work to

                        finally close the Darke case

                        two years ago.

Lana:                It was over with.

                        I didn't ever want it to be

                        opened again.

Lana:                My intent was to prevent that

                        by whatever means possible.

Phoenix:           So... you hid Darke's knife?

Lana:                The weapon used to stab the

                        detective was evidence in the

                        Joe Darke case...

Lana:                If word got out, which it

                        would, the reporters would

                        have a field day with that.

Phoenix:           So you wrapped the knife in

                        your scarf, and hid it.

Phoenix:           In Edgeworth's exhaust pipe...

Lana:                Right. Then I called my

                        sister,

Lana:                to tell her what happened, and

                        to ask her to hide the knife

                        that was inside my muffler.

Phoenix:           You asked Ema?

Lana:                I didn't want anyone on the

                        force to know about this.

Phoenix:           (That would explain why Ema

                        is so confident...)

Phoenix:           (about Lana's innocence!)

Lana:                Speaking of phone calls, I had

                        a bad feeling about one of

                        them that day.

Phoenix:           A bad feeling?

Lana:                The truth is, after I

                        received those orders from

                        Chief Gant.

Lana:                The first thing I did was

                        make a phone call.

Lana:                A phone call to Patrolman

                        Jake Marshall.

Phoenix:           To Marshall?

                        Why on earth would you call

                        him?

Lana:                The lead investigator for

                        the SL-9 Incident had been

                        murdered.

Lana:                I wanted that fact to be kept

                        hidden, and I needed help.

Lana:                He was the only other person

                        I could trust.

Lana:                Or at least, I thought I could

                        trust him at the time.

Lana:                However, it seems that after

                        I spoke to him he went off

                        on an escapade of his own...

Phoenix:           Oh! You mean...

Lana:                Not wanting the case to die,

                        he decided to take things into

                        his own hands.

Phoenix:           (He disguised himself as

                        Officer Goodman and tried to

                        steal the evidence!)

Lana:                He had already stolen the ID

                        card...

Lana:                but it seems he still hadn't

                        made up his mind to break into

                        the evidence room.

Lana:                After my phone call, any

                        remaining doubts he had must

                        have disappeared.

Phoenix:           So your phone call caused the

                        incident in the evidence

                        room!?

 

Lana:                I'm afraid that's all I can

                        tell you.

Phoenix:           But Lana...

Lana:                You've earned my respect, Mr.

                        Wright. Both as a defense

                        attorney and an investigator.

Lana:                Now please...

Lana:                Don't pursue this any further

                        in court tomorrow!

Phoenix:           (Tomorrow's trial...

                        There's only one way to drive

                        off Lana's demons...)

Phoenix:           (I've got to get to the bottom

                        of everything!)

Phoenix:           (Detective Goodman's real

                        murderer...)

Phoenix:           (and what went down in the

                        Chief's office two years

                        ago...)

 

To be continued.

 

 

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Episode 5, Chapter 8

Pazu (lon_lsama@hotmail.com)

 

                        Rise from the Ashes

                        Day 4 - Trial Former

 

                        February 25, 9:47 AM

                        District Court

                        Defendant Lobby No. 2

 

Phoenix:           (This is the Defendant Lobby

                        all right... but there's no

                        defendant.)

Phoenix:           (I've been trying to reach

                        Lana all morning.

                        Where could she be?)

Phoenix:           (And where's Ema, for that

                        matter? It almost seems as

                        if...)

???:                  Something's been happening

                        behind the scenes...

Phoenix:           Edgeworth!

Edgeworth:        Knowing you, you've already

                        figured it out...

Edgeworth:        Who the owner of the "7777777"

                        ID number is.

Phoenix:           Well... I have a pretty strong

                        hunch.

Phoenix:           (Looks like I'm not the only

                        one who's figured it out.)

Edgeworth:        You know, the only reason this

                        trial didn't reach a verdict

                        yesterday...

Edgeworth:        is because there was still

                        room for doubt on this ID

                        record.

Edgeworth:        If that number does belong to

                        whom you suspect, then no

                        doubt will remain.

Edgeworth:        After all, he hasn't been

                        officially charged with

                        anything.

Phoenix:           True... Not yet.

Edgeworth:        In any event, once all doubt

                        has been removed from that

                        list, I can call for a ruling

Edgeworth:        on the defendant. Five minutes

                        after the trial starts...

                        Lana will be found guilty.

Phoenix:           But she didn't do it!

Edgeworth:        I figured you'd say as much.

                        That's why I came here...

                        to hear what you have to say.

Phoenix:           (This is the first time he's

                        ever done something like

                        this...)

Phoenix:           Lana's hiding something,

                        and the only way we'll

                        ever know the truth...

Phoenix:           is to draw it out of her.

Edgeworth:        The "truth"?

Phoenix:           Everything goes back to the

                        SL-9 Incident.

Edgeworth:        Don't be stupid! Today's the

                        last day of the trial.

Edgeworth:        We don't have time to

                        reminisce about the past!

Phoenix:           That depends on you.

Edgeworth:        ...!

Phoenix:           If she's found guilty, you'll

                        lose your only chance to find

                        out what really happened.

Edgeworth:        ...

                        I'll think about it.

Edgeworth:        See you in court, Wright.

Phoenix:           (This is it.)

Phoenix:           (If I'm ever going to find out

                        what Chief Gant has on her,

                        it's now!)

 

                        February 25, 10:00 AM

                        District Court

                        Courtroom No. 9

 

Judge:               Court is now in

                        session for the trial

                        of Ms. Lana Skye.

Phoenix:           The defense is ready,

                        Your Honor.

Edgeworth:        The prosecution is ready,

                        Your Honor.

Judge:               Normally this is when the

                        prosecution puts forth its

                        opening statement,

Edgeworth:        ?

Judge:               but before that, the police

                        chief has a proposal to make.

Phoenix:           (Chief Gant...!)

Gant:                Mornin' folks. How's everyone

                        doing? Hey, Udgey. Been back

                        to the pool yet?

Judge:               No, I've been drowning enough

                        as it is in my work.

Gant:                Ho! That's a good one! Don't

                        think I can top that!

Edgeworth:        If you don't mind me asking,

                        Chief, exactly what is this

                        "proposal" of yours?

Gant:                Lana... that is to say, the

                        defendant,

Gant:                has asked me if she could

                        speak directly to the court.

Phoenix:           (She wants to do what!?)

Gant:                Having heard what she intends

                        to say, I feel she should be

                        granted her request.

Gant:                In the end, it should save

                        everyone a lot of time and

                        trouble.

 

Edgeworth:        What's this all about,

                        defendant?

Lana:                I'd just like to make one

                        simple request, and I'll be

                        finished.

Judge:               Well then? What's your

                        request?

Lana:                Your Honor, I'd like you to

                        put an immediate end to this

                        trial.

Phoenix:           Huh!?

Lana:                I confess to all charges

                        against me.

Lana:                On February 21 of this year,

                        I murdered Detective Bruce

                        Goodman...

Lana:                in the underground parking lot

                        of the Prosecutor's Office.

Phoenix:           No, Lana!

Phoenix:           OBJECTION!

Phoenix:           You can't!

Phoenix:           Your Honor. The defendant's

                        claim does not change the

                        defense's plea!

Lana:                In that case, Mr. Wright,

Lana:                I no longer require your

                        services.

Phoenix:           But Lana!

Lana:                Your Honor.

                        I hereby forfeit my right to

                        an attorney.

Lana:                The prosecution may lack

                        direct evidence against me,

Lana:                but it has sufficiently proven

                        its case through testimony and

                        circumstantial evidence.

Lana:                I would like you to render

                        your verdict now, if you

                        please.

Judge:               Hmm...

Judge:               Well, the defendant certainly

                        has the right to self

                        representation...

Judge:               Her request is legally valid,

                        although this is an

                        unprecedented situation.

Judge:               Indeed, it appears there's no

                        need to continue this

                        trial...

Judge:               even if Mr. Wright may feel

                        otherwise.

Phoenix:           (This can't be happening!)

Judge:               It appears the time for the

                        verdict has arrived. This

                        court finds the defendant...

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        One moment, Your Honor.

Judge:               M-Mr. Edgeworth!?

Edgeworth:        The prosecution has not yet

                        proven the defendant guilty

                        beyond reasonable doubt.

Edgeworth:        Any ruling at this stage would

                        certainly be premature.

Gant:                Come now, Worthy.

Gant:                I understand this is a

                        difficult time for you,

Gant:                but why don't you just be a

                        good little boy and keep your

                        mouth shut, hmm?

Edgeworth:        Hmph.

Edgeworth:        I don't think I care for your

                        tone... Chief Gant.

Gant:                What?

Edgeworth:        Creating another fabrication

                        to cover up your past

                        mistakes...

Edgeworth:        Sorry, but I'm no longer the

                        naive little "boy" you would

                        have me be.

Phoenix:           ...

Edgeworth:        With this sudden confession

                        from the defendant...

Edgeworth:        It's obvious to me some kind

                        of deal was struck behind the

                        scenes.

Gant:                Some kind of "deal," hm?

                        Not everyone operates as you

                        do... Worthy.

Edgeworth:        ...

Edgeworth:        Hmph.

                        I thought so.

Edgeworth:        Your Honor. The prosecution

                        would like to change its first

                        witness.

Judge:               Oh? To whom...?

Edgeworth:        As its first witness, the

                        prosecution would like to

                        call... Ms. Ema Skye!

Edgeworth:        I request the court hears her

                        tesimony!

Lana:                HOLD IT!

Lana:                Mr. Edgeworth! I am

                        exercising my right to self

                        representation.

Lana:                I don't think we need to

                        contin-

Edgeworth:        I don't care what you think,

                        Ms. Skye.

Lana:                ...!

Edgeworth:        The exposure of truth

                        sometimes results in

                        tragedy...

Edgeworth:        However!

                        No matter how tragic the truth

                        may be,

Edgeworth:        it would be an even greater

                        tragedy... to avert one's

                        eyes from it.

Judge:               Very well. The court shall

                        grant the prosecution's

                        request.

Judge:               That's okay with you, right

                        Chief Gant?

Gant:                Worthy...

                        You'll live to regret this.

                        Mark my words.

Edgeworth:        Ms. Ema Skye. Please take the

                        stand.

Phoenix:           (Looks like Edgeworth has

                        decided to take the horse by

                        the reins!)

 

Edgeworth:        Now then, witness. Please

                        state your name and

                        occupation.

Ema:                Um... M-my name is Ema.

                        Ema Skye.

Ema:                My occupation? I'm Lana's

                        little sister, and I want to

                        be a scientific investigator!

Edgeworth:        Two years ago...

Edgeworth:        you encountered the serial

                        killer Joe Darke, of the

                        "Joe Darke Killings."

Edgeworth:        Is this correct?

Ema:                Yes.

Ema:                I'm trying my hardest to

                        forget about that, though...

Edgeworth:        I'm sorry.

Edgeworth:        but I'm afraid I'm going to

                        have to ask you to recall

                        those events one more time.

Judge:               Mr. Edgeworth. Please remember

                        this trial concerns the murder

                        of Detective Goodman.

Judge:               Is an incident that was

                        resolved two years ago really

                        all that relevant?

Edgeworth:        Yes. It most certainly is.

Judge:               ...

Edgeworth:        ...

Judge:               W-well okay then!

Phoenix:           (He sure gave in fast...)

Edgeworth:        Now...

Edgeworth:        please testify about what

                        happened to you two years ago.

Phoenix:           (The trip to yesteryear has

                        finally begun...)

Phoenix:           (It's bound to lead to the

                        truth behind this trial!)

 

                        Witness Testimony

                        -- Two Years Ago --

 

Ema:                I was waiting in my sister's

                        office that day.

Ema:                A man came running in,

                        and took me hostage.

Ema:                Neil Marshall rescued me,

Ema:                but I'll never forget what I

                        saw that instant!

Ema:                The man raised up his knife,

                        and... and stabbed Mr.

                        Marshall in the chest...!

Judge:               It's a good thing you weren't

                        harmed.

Ema:                I passed out...

                        I don't remember much.

Judge:               That's understandable.

                        However...

                        please tell me, Mr. Edgeworth.

Judge:               What does this testimony have

                        to do with Detective Goodman's

                        murder?

Edgeworth:        ...

Edgeworth:        That will soon become

                        apparent, Your Honor.

Phoenix:           (You've got to admire him for

                        his courage, considering

                        he has no evidence...)

Judge:               Very well! The defense may

                        begin its cross examination.

 

                        Cross Examination

                        -- Two Years Ago --

 

Ema:                I was waiting in my sister's

                        office that day.

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           Two years ago, the defendant

                        was a detective at the Police

                        Department, correct?

Ema:                Yes. She was second in

                        command under Chief

                        Detective Gant.

Ema:                My sister...

                        She was the best detective

                        ever!

Judge:               Yes, I remember.

Judge:               Chief Detective Gant and Ms.

                        Skye used to be quite the

                        pair.

Edgeworth:        I believe they shared the same

                        office.

Ema:                That's right.

Ema:                I'd always sit at my sister's

                        desk,

Ema:                and dream about playing that

                        organ.

Ema:                I wanted to play it that day,

                        too...

Edgeworth:        The Police Department and the

                        Prosecutor's Office held a

                        ceremony that day.

Ema:                Lana promised to take me to

                        dinner after she finished her

                        work.

 

Ema:                A man came running in,

                        and took me hostage.

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           A "man"...?

Ema:                Yes, Joe Darke.

Ema:                He was a...

                        a serial killer.

Edgeworth:        Joe Darke was brought in for

                        questioning on the day of that

                        ceremony.

Edgeworth:        We were desperate to get

                        anything on him that would

                        lead to an arrest.

Judge:               When he saw his chance...

                        he fled the room, right?

Edgeworth:        Upon fleeing the room, Darke

                        proceeded to take the

                        elevator.

Edgeworth:        He must have been in a panic

                        because the elevator was

                        going up.

Edgeworth:        Then he ran into Skye and

                        Gant's office.

Ema:                There was a lot of noise

                        coming from outside, so I...

Ema:                opened up the door to have a

                        look. That's when I saw...

                        Him.

 

Ema:                Neil Marshall rescued me,

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           What was the prosecutor doing

                        there?

Edgeworth:        That day, there were two

                        people present during Darke's

                        questioning:

Edgeworth:        Detective Damon Gant,

                        and Prosecutor Neil Marshall.

Phoenix:           (Gant was there too...?)

Edgeworth:        Neil Marshall had just

                        received the King of

                        Prosecutors award.

Edgeworth:        Young and dedicated, he went

                        straight to the questioning

                        room after the ceremony.

Judge:               I assume that would also be

                        why he was the first to run

                        after Darke.

Ema:                When Darke grabbed me, I...

                        I thought I was as good as

                        dead.

Phoenix:           And that's when Prosecutor

                        Marshall came running in?

Ema:                I... I don't clearly remember

                        what happened then.

Ema:                But...

 

Ema:                but I'll never forget what I

                        saw that instant!

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           Can you tell us about that?

Ema:                Mr. Marshall jumped on Darke.

                        Just then...

                        the lights went out.

Judge:               The lights?

Ema:                It was just about this time of

                        year...

Ema:                There was a terrible storm

                        going on, and lightning struck

                        nearby.

Phoenix:           So the electricity went out?

Judge:               Wait a minute...

Judge:               If it was pitch dark in that

                        room...

Judge:               you shouldn't have been able

                        to see anything, right?

Ema:                Right, but just then lightning

                        flashed again outside.

Ema:                That sudden flash left an

                        unforgettable image of the

                        scene in my mind...

Judge:               I see...

Ema:                I told the detective about

                        what I saw then.

Phoenix:           The detective?

Ema:                Yes. Detective Goodman.

                        He was in charge of the case.

Phoenix:           (Detective Bruce Goodman...

                        The victim...)

 

[E5-08-01]

                        A> Hear more

                        B> Stop

 

[E5-08-01-A]

Answer: Hear more

 

Phoenix:           So you spoke with Detective

                        Goodman about this... two

                        years ago.

Ema:                Yes.

                        That's what's so scary

                        about this trial.

Edgeworth:        And you told Detective

                        Goodman about what you saw?

Ema:                Yes, but...

Ema:                at the time, the words just

                        wouldn't come out.

Ema:                That's why I drew a picture.

Phoenix:           (A picture... Yes, I think she

                        mentioned that before.)

Judge:               Well, Mr. Wright? Have you

                        heard enough?

 

[E5-08-02]

                        A> Ask about the picture

                        B> Stop

 

[E5-08-02-A]

Answer: Ask about the picture

 

Phoenix:           The picture the witness

                        drew...

Phoenix:           I believe it has a very

                        important meaning.

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        But the list of evidence I

                        was given two years ago didn't

                        contain a picture...

Judge:               Witness. Would you mind if we

                        added this statement to your

                        testimony?

Ema:                Y-yes, Your Honor.

 

[Continue at E5-08-02-C]

 

[E5-08-02-B]

Answer: Stop

 

[Continue at E5-08-01-B]

 

[E5-08-01-B]

Answer: Stop

 

Phoenix:           (Poor Ema. These memories are

                        really torturing her. She's

                        been through enough already.)

Phoenix:           Thank you, Ema.

                        You don't have to go into

                        that.

Edgeworth:        Now then, please tell us.

Edgeworth:        This scene that imprinted an

                        image in your mind...

Edgeworth:        Can you please describe it to

                        us?

Ema:                The man...

 

Ema:                The man raised up his knife,

                        and... and stabbed Mr.

                        Marshall in the chest...!

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           That must have been a real

                        shock.

Ema:                Even now when I close my eyes,

                        I can still see it just as

                        clearly.

Edgeworth:        Tell us...

Edgeworth:        what were you doing at that

                        moment?

Edgeworth:        I believe you testified that

                        Joe Darke was holding you

                        hostage.

Ema:                When lightning struck and the

                        lights went out,

Ema:                Mr. Marshall jumped on Darke.

                        I was thrown aside and the two

                        began wrestling each other.

Judge:               Hmm...

Ema:                I'm pretty sure I was watching

                        them.

 

Phoenix:           (Ema doesn't have any reason

                        to lie...)

Phoenix:           (but Lana sure does.)

Phoenix:           (I need to get Ema to tell me

                        as much about this as she

                        can!)

 

[E5-08-02-C]

 

Ema:                I drew a picture of that

                        scene once... but it seems

                        to have been lost.

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           You drew a picture of the

                        scene you witnessed, right?

Ema:                Yes. I wanted to do everything

                        I could to help the

                        investigation.

Ema:                I can still see it now...

                        Whenever I close my eyes...

Edgeworth:        That's strange...

                        I took over the case after

                        Prosecutor Marshall died,

Edgeworth:        yet I never received any

                        picture.

Edgeworth:        Perhaps the witness is

                        mistaken?

Ema:                B-but I did draw it! I swear!

                        I'm not just imagining it...

Phoenix:           (This picture that Ema drew...

                        that reminds me!)

Phoenix:           (I guess I should check the

                        evidence again...)

Edgeworth:        Well anyway. Let's continue.

Edgeworth:        This scene that imprinted an

                        image in your mind...

Edgeworth:        Can you please describe it to

                        us?

Ema:                The man...

 

 

Ema:                I drew a picture of that

                        scene once... but it seems

                        to have been lost.

 

                        >Present: Evidence List

 

Phoenix:           OBJECTION!

Phoenix:           Mr. Edgeworth.

Phoenix:           This little girl put all her

                        heart into drawing that

                        picture...

Phoenix:           and yet you still insist on

                        denying its existence?

Edgeworth:        Huh!?

Edgeworth:        Hey, I'm not the bad guy!

Edgeworth:        All I'm saying is that as the

                        prosecutor for that case, I

                        wasn't handed such a picture!

Phoenix:           That may well be...

Phoenix:           but that doesn't mean it

                        doesn't exist.

                        Behold!

Judge:               This is... the evidence list

                        for the SL-9 Incident?

Phoenix:           Please turn it over, Your

                        Honor.

Judge:               Turn it over...? Turn...

                        it...

                        AAAAAAAHHHH! What's this!?

Edgeworth:        Yes, what is that?

Ema:                Hey! That's it! That's the

                        picture I drew!

Judge:               Indeed...

                        Two men appear to be wrestling

                        here.

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        What's the meaning of this!?

Edgeworth:        What are you doing with that

                        list!?

Phoenix:           Me...?

Edgeworth:        Only the prosecutor in charge

                        should have access to that

                        list!

Judge:               Huh...?

Judge:               These lists... They're...

                        They're different from each

                        other.

Edgeworth:        What?

Judge:               It would appear,

                        Mr. Edgeworth,

Judge:               that the evidence list you

                        were handed two years ago...

                        was incomplete.

Judge:               These two lists...

                        fit together to form one.

Judge:               You can see the marks here,

                        where they were torn apart

                        from each other.

Phoenix:           So you see, Mr. Edgeworth.

                        It's quite obvious what

                        happened.

Phoenix:           Two years ago...

Phoenix:           only half of the evidence in

                        that case ever reached you.

Edgeworth:        What...

Edgeworth:        WWWHHAAAAAAATTTTT!?

Judge:               Order! Order!

Judge:               Who'd have thought the picture

                        would have been drawn on the

                        back of the list...

Ema:                That was handed to Detective

                        Goodman in the questioning

                        room?

Phoenix:           (Wait a minute...)

Phoenix:           (If this list was torn in

                        half, then that means...)

Phoenix:           Your Honor!

Judge:               Are you all right, Mr. Wright?

                        Your eyes are bulging from

                        your head...

Phoenix:           If the evidence list was torn

                        in half...

Phoenix:           then there might be more of

                        the drawing on the back of Mr.

                        Edgeworth's list!

Edgeworth:        ...!

Judge:               Yes, that's quite conceivable.

                        Mr. Edgeworth?

Edgeworth:        It's possible.

                        Let's see...

                        MM!

Edgeworth:        MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

Judge:               Is something wrong?

Phoenix:           (Do you even have to ask?)

Edgeworth:        Sorry, Your Honor.

Edgeworth:        There is something drawn on

                        the back of my list.

Edgeworth:        This is that... thing!

Judge:               ...

Judge:               That's that... that thing!

Judge:               That thing that was dancing in

                        the evidence room!

Edgeworth:        Apparently the Head of

                        Criminal Affairs used this for

                        his blueprint.

Phoenix:           (I guess he was out of scrap

                        paper...)

Ema:                ...

 

                        The Evidence List has been

                        updated.

 

[Item Description: Evidence List]

            Type: Documents

            Submitted as evidence

            during the trial.

 

Judge:               Very well.

                        Witness,

Judge:               Will you please testify about

                        this picture you drew two

                        years ago?

Ema:                ...Huh?

                        Oh, Y-yes sir, Your Honor!

Phoenix:           (What's wrong with Ema?)

Phoenix:           (She seemed to be thinking

                        about something when she saw

                        the picture.)

 

                        Witness Testimony

                        -- Ema's Picture --

 

Ema:                This is the picture I drew two

                        years ago.

Ema:                The flash of lightning was so

                        bright all I could see were

                        shadows.

Ema:                After that I must have

                        fainted.

Ema:                This picture shows exactly

                        what I saw that instant!

Judge:               To think a flash of lightning

                        could burn such an image in

                        your mind...

Phoenix:           (Thanks to that though, she

                        was able to show us exactly

                        what she saw!)

Judge:               Well, I don't see any

                        contradictions here.

Judge:               This clearly shows Joe Darke

                        about to murder Prosecutor

                        Neil Marshall.

Edgeworth:        ...

Judge:               The defense may now begin its

                        cross-examination.

 

                        Cross Examination

                        -- Ema's Picture --

 

Ema:                This is the picture I drew two

                        years ago.

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           Did you draw this picture

                        right after the incident?

Ema:                Um...

Ema:                I think I drew it two or three

                        days later.

Ema:                At first I was in such a state

                        of shock that I couldn't do

                        anything...

Edgeworth:        During that time the detective

                        team was reorganized.

Edgeworth:        Detective Goodman was placed

                        in charge...

Edgeworth:        under the direction of Damon

                        Gant and Lana Skye.

Phoenix:           (Two or three days later...)

Phoenix:           (The memory should still have

                        been fresh in her mind.)

Judge:               Excuse me, witness,

Judge:               but can you please tell us why

                        this picture is painted all

                        black?

 

Ema:                The flash of lightning was so

                        bright all I could see were

                        shadows.

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           So at the time, you didn't even

                        know it was Mr. Marshall who

                        had come to your rescue?

Ema:                No... I couldn't see him

                        clearly.

Ema:                The lightning was so bright...

                        and I was knocked to the

                        floor.

Phoenix:           You were knocked to the floor?

Ema:                Darke had a tight grip on me,

                        but when Mr. Marshall jumped

                        on him,

Ema:                I was knocked away.

Ema:                I turned around,

                        and that's when the lightning

                        flashed.

Phoenix:           (Poor Ema... I'm just glad she

                        wasn't hurt.)

Edgeworth:        What happened after the

                        lightning flashed?

 

Ema:                After that I must have

                        fainted.

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           You mean, you didn't see

                        the actual murder take place?

Ema:                No.

                        I-I'm sorry...

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        The flash of lightning only

                        drove off the darkness for a

                        split second. Not only that,

Edgeworth:        but the trauma of the

                        situation understandably

                        caused the witness to faint.

Edgeworth:        Do you really need to torture

                        this girl any further!?

Phoenix:           What!?

Phoenix:           Hey, I'm not the bad guy here!

Ema:                Anyway, this picture...

 

Ema:                This picture shows exactly

                        what I saw that instant!

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           Sorry for asking so many

                        times, but are you sure you

                        drew exactly what you saw?

Ema:                Of course! This is the exact

                        scene!

Phoenix:           It wasn't influenced in any

                        way from your talks with the

                        detectives?

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        Are you insinuating we

                        somehow manipulated her

                        memory, Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:           No, no. Of course not.

Phoenix:           (I'd better watch out, or he

                        might find some way to cut my

                        salary!)

Ema:                I drew this picture before I

                        heard anything from the

                        detectives,

Ema:                so I don't think anyone's

                        story would have influenced

                        me...

Judge:               Mr. Wright.

Judge:               Is there something that's

                        bothering you about this

                        picture?

Phoenix:           Huh? Oh, well...

Edgeworth:        ...

 

Phoenix:           (That's strange...)

Phoenix:           (She claims this is exactly

                        the scene that was imprinted

                        in her mind...)

Phoenix:           (And yet...)

Phoenix:           (There's clearly a

                        contradiction here!)

 

 

Ema:                This picture shows exactly

                        what I saw that instant!

 

                        >Present: Neil's Autopsy Report

 

Phoenix:           OBJECTION!

Phoenix:           I hate to be the bearer of bad

                        news, but this picture the

                        witness drew...

Phoenix:           contains a blatant

                        contradiction!

Ema:                What?

Ema:                B-but, I still remember it

                        just like it was yesterday!

Judge:               Mr. Wright.

Judge:               Perhaps it would be faster if

                        you simply pointed out this

                        contradiction for us.

Judge:               What part of this picture...

                        contradicts the autopsy

                        report?

 

[E5-08-03]

                        A> Point to irrelevant area

                        B> Point to weapon

 

[E5-08-03-A]

Answer: Point to irrelevant area

 

Phoenix:           Um, I think it's...

                        uh, this part here?

Judge:               Hmm... I don't see what's so

                        strange about that.

Phoenix:           That's because the drawing

                        stinks!

Edgeworth:        ...

Judge:               ...

Ema:                ...

                        Mr. Wright... How could you...

                        *sniff*

Edgeworth:        The act of making an innocent

                        girl cry should warrant the

                        death penalty.

Phoenix:           (I guess he means I shouldn't

                        shift the blame to others...)

Judge:               Yes, well. So long as the

                        defense has learned his

                        lesson.

Phoenix:           (I'd better take another look

                        at that autopsy report and

                        this picture!)

Judge:               Mr. Wright.

Judge:               What part of this picture...

                        contradicts the autopsy

                        report?

 

[Return to E5-08-03]

 

[E5-08-03-B]

Answer: Point to weapon

 

Phoenix:           The contradiction of course

                        lies here!

Phoenix:           Take a look at the knife the

                        man is holding.

Phoenix:           If you look closely, you can

                        see its tip is broken!

Judge:               In fact, you don't even have

                        to look closely to see that.

Ema:                But Mr. Wright, look at the

                        evidence!

Ema:                See the murder weapon?

                        Its tip is broken too!

Judge:               If I recall...

Judge:               the tip of the knife was found

                        broken off in the victim's

                        body.

Ema:                It was the conclusive piece of

                        evidence that proved Joe Darke

                        was the murderer!

Phoenix:           I'm afraid it's not so simple,

                        Ema.

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        Huh?

                        Where could you possibly see a

                        problem!?

Phoenix:           It's obvious, really.

                        The victim "suffered a single

                        stab wound in the back."

Phoenix:           If the victim was only stabbed

                        once,

Phoenix:           then the murder weapon should

                        not yet be broken!

Judge:               AAAAAHHHH!

                        What's the meaning of this?

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        Perhaps the knife was broken

                        beforehand!

Phoenix:           OBJECTION!

Phoenix:           Sorry, but I'm afraid that's

                        not possible.

Phoenix:           The tip of the knife was found

                        inside the victim's body.

Phoenix:           If it was broken beforehand,

                        it couldn't possibly wind up

                        there!

Judge:               That's right!

                        But what does

                        this mean?

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        The tip of the knife was

                        undeniably discovered within

                        the victim's body!

Edgeworth:        The only possible explanation

                        is the witness's memory is

                        mistaken!

Phoenix:           OBJECTION!

Phoenix:           That's why I asked her so many

                        times if she was sure she

                        remembered correctly.

Phoenix:           I believe you were annoyed at

                        the time.

Phoenix:           But she was sure she

                        remembered correctly!

Edgeworth:        But... there's no other way to

                        explain this inconsistency!

Phoenix:           OBJECTION!

Phoenix:           Not so fast, Mr. Edgeworth.

                        There is another explanation.

Phoenix:           Have you forgotten already?

Phoenix:           About a little something

                        called... "falsified evidence"?

Edgeworth:        You're treading on thin

                        ice, Wright...

Phoenix:           All I'm saying,

Phoenix:           is that this broken knife

                        might be the piece of evidence

                        that was forged!

Phoenix:           You can't deny the

                        possibility!

Edgeworth:        No...

Edgeworth:        Aaaaagh!

Judge:               Order! Order! Order!

Judge:               Are you saying the

                        investigation really was

                        corrupted?

Phoenix:           Your Honor...

Phoenix:           Please allow me to once again

                        go over the events that took

                        place the day of the murder.

Phoenix:           The Police Department and the

                        Prosecutor's Office were

                        holding a ceremony that day.

Phoenix:           After receiving the King of

                        Prosecutors award at the

                        ceremony.

Phoenix:           Neil Marshall questioned Joe

                        Darke along with Damon Gant.

Phoenix:           During his questioning, Joe

                        Darke fled the room.

Phoenix:           Prosecutor Marshall chased

                        after him... and was

                        killed by Darke.

Phoenix:           It is my belief that somewhere

                        in this story... there is a lie.

Judge:               Hmm...

Ema:                I...

Ema:                I'm not lying...

Ema:                The man really was holding up

                        a broken knife!

Edgeworth:        ...

Edgeworth:        If that's true...

Edgeworth:        then there's no other way

                        around it.

Edgeworth:        This could not have been the

                        actual murder weapon.

Phoenix:           ...!

Edgeworth:        There must have been another

                        broken knife!

Judge:               What are the chances of there

                        being two broken knives?

Phoenix:           (Another broken knife besides

                        Joe Darke's...)

Phoenix:           (Could there have been one?)

 

[E5-08-04]

                        A> Ema's mistaken

                        B> There is another one

 

[E5-08-04-A]

Answer: Ema's mistaken

 

Phoenix:           (Broken knives don't just grow

                        on trees...)

Phoenix:           (There's no way there was

                        another one!)

Judge:               Well, Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:           Your Honor, I believe...

                        the witness must be mistaken.

Ema:                ...

                        I knew it.

Ema:                You really don't believe me...

Phoenix:           ...!

Phoenix:           (That flash of lightning

                        burned an unforgettable image

                        in her mind...)

Phoenix:           (One that's been torturing her

                        ever since!)

Phoenix:           (There's no way Ema could be

                        mistaken!)

 

[Continue at E5-08-04-B]

 

[E5-08-04-B]

Answer: There is another one

 

Phoenix:           If the witness is this

                        adamant about the accuracy of

                        what she saw...

Phoenix:           it can't just be explained

                        away by a simple observational

                        error.

Ema:                Mr. Wright...

Phoenix:           In that instant...

                        Ema really did see a broken

                        knife!

Judge:               I assume then,

Judge:               that you have some information

                        about this "other" broken

                        knife?

Judge:               If so, please feel free to

                        enlighten us.

Phoenix:           (The murder weapon was already

                        broken prior to the murder...

                        There's only one way!)

Phoenix:           Take a look at this.

                        Here's the real murder weapon!

 

[E5-08-05]

                        A> Present incorrect evidence

                        B> Present correct evidence

 

[E5-08-05-A]

Answer: Present incorrect evidence

 

Edgeworth:        If anything's broken here...

Edgeworth:        it's you!

Phoenix:           Huh?

Judge:               I'm sure this must all be

                        very amusing to you,

                        Mr. Wright.

Judge:               But may I remind you that the

                        fate of Ms. Lana Skye hangs

                        in the balance?

Phoenix:           S-sorry, Your Honor.

                        Please give me another chance.

Phoenix:           (The murder weapon was already

                        broken prior to the murder...

                        There's only one way!)

Phoenix:           Take a look at this.

                        Here's the real murder weapon!

 

[Return to E5-08-05]

 

[E5-08-05-B]

Answer: Present Gant Team Picture

 

Phoenix:           The answer lies in the past...

                        Two years in the past.

Phoenix:           Right here inside this picture!

Edgeworth:        This is a picture of the

                        awards ceremony.

                        A-AAAAHH!

Judge:               What is it, Mr. Edgeworth!?

Edgeworth:        It's the... the broken murder

                        weapon!

Phoenix:           Notice the award Prosecutor

                        Marshall is holding.

Ema:                That's...

                        a broken knife!

Phoenix:           As we earlier concluded, the

                        knife in the picture was not

                        Joe Darke's knife.

Phoenix:           That being the case...

Phoenix:           the knife the witness saw,

                        was in all likelihood this

                        award!

Judge:               Order! Order! Order!

Phoenix:           Neil Marshall was awarded

                        King of Prosecutors that

                        day.

Phoenix:           As an award, he was given this

                        broken shield and a broken

                        knife.

Phoenix:           When he chased after Joe

                        Darke, he pulled out this

                        knife.

Phoenix:           Being a prosecutor, he did not

                        carry a pistol.

Phoenix:           This broken knife was the only

                        weapon he had in this

                        dangerous situation.

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        But that...

                        That can't be!

Phoenix:           Oh?

                        And why not, Mr. Edgeworth?

Edgeworth:        Because if the King of

                        Prosecutors award knife was

                        the murder weapon...

Edgeworth:        then the murderer and the

                        victim would be reversed!

Phoenix:           What do you mean?

Edgeworth:        I mean...

Edgeworth:        This man raising a knife...

                        would have been Prosecutor

                        Neil Marshall!

Phoenix:           Oh...

Phoenix:           OOOOOOOHHHH!!!

Judge:               But the prosecutor was the one

                        who actually died!

Phoenix:           That's true...

                        (What's going on here?)

Edgeworth:        It seems Mr. Wright has been a

                        bit too eager to jump to

                        conclusions...

 

                        HOLD IT!

 

Ema:                Wait!

                        I... I remember now...

                        I remember everything!

Judge:               Witness...?

Ema:                Mr. Edgeworth!

Edgeworth:        What is it?

Ema:                Could you show me your

                        evidence list again, please?

Judge:               His list?

                        The one with that... picture

                        scribbled on the back?

Ema:                ...

                        I knew it...

Ema:                This picture...

                        I'm the one who drew it.

Edgeworth:        What!?

Phoenix:           You drew that?

Ema:                That's right.

Ema:                The list wasn't torn in half

                        at the time I drew this

                        picture.

Ema:                All this time I've been trying

                        so hard to forget...

Ema:                I must have locked this part

                        away deep inside me...

Judge:               Perhaps it would be best...

                        if we added this to the

                        witness's testimony.

Judge:               Would you please tell us what

                        you've recalled, Ms. Skye?

Ema:                Yes, Your Honor.

Phoenix:           (First the knife mix-up, and

                        now... the Blue Badger?)

Phoenix:           (This should be interesting...)

 

                        Witness Testimony

                        -- Ema's Recollection --

 

Ema:                When I saw that man raise his

                        knife...

Ema:                I panicked, and rushed toward

                        both of them.

Ema:                I think I... I knocked away

                        the man with the knife.

Ema:                Just then there was another

                        flash of lightning, and that's

                        when I saw... the Blue Badger!

Ema:                He wasn't in the room,

                        but I'm sure I saw his

                        shadow!

Judge:               This is certainly most

                        unusual...

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        Try impossible!

Edgeworth:        The Head Detective of Criminal

                        Affairs didn't even design

                        him until this year!

Phoenix:           (That would mean he didn't

                        even exist two years ago...)

Judge:               Yes, well. The defense may now

                        begin its cross-examination.

 

                        HOLD IT!

 

Lana:                Stop!

                        Please! Don't pursue this any

                        further!

Phoenix:           Lana!

Judge:               What's the meaning of this!?

                        Please remain seated in the

                        defendant's chair!

Lana:                But you can't do this!

                        I've already confessed to the

                        crime!

Lana:                Why can't you just leave it

                        at that!?

Edgeworth:        Chief Prosecutor Skye.

Lana:                !

Edgeworth:        We've already come this far.

Edgeworth:        It's too late to turn back.

Judge:               Silence!

Judge:               The defense will now begin its

                        cross-examination.

Judge:               Bailiff. Please detain the

                        defendant.

Phoenix:           (It seems we're finally

                        getting to the core of the

                        matter.)

 

                        Cross Examination

                        -- Ema's Recollection --

 

Ema:                When I saw that man raise his

                        knife...

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           When you say, "that man," I

                        assume you refer to Joe Darke?

Ema:                Yes... at least, I think it

                        was him.

Phoenix:           You... "think"?

Ema:                All I could really see were

                        shadows.

Edgeworth:        The power outage that

                        immediately preceded the

                        incident,

Edgeworth:        is also documented in the

                        Prosecutor's Office reports.

Judge:               So then you...

 

Ema:                I panicked, and rushed toward

                        both of them.

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           Why would you do something so

                        dangerous!?

Ema:                What else could I have done!?

Ema:                He was about to stab

                        Mr. Marshall!

Phoenix:           (She seems so convinced that

                        Darke was the one holding the

                        knife...)

Edgeworth:        But as we've just theorized,

Edgeworth:        Mr. Marshall was the one

                        holding the knife.

Ema:                Well, I didn't know that at

                        the time!

Ema:                When that Darke guy

                        knocked me down,

Ema:                all I could think was, "I've

                        got to help Mr. Marshall!"

 

Ema:                I think I... I knocked away

                        the man with the knife.

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           What do you mean, you "think"?

Ema:                It... it all happened so

                        fast... And I was in shock!

Ema:                I don't remember everything

                        clearly. What I did...

                        it's all kind of a blur...

Edgeworth:        In a matter of just a few

                        seconds Ms. Skye was almost

                        killed, then she witnessed a

Edgeworth:        murder about to take place.

                        A little disorientation is

                        only natural.

Ema:                I saw the man about to stab

                        the other person, who I

                        thought was Mr. Marshall.

Ema:                I knew I had to stop the man

                        with the knife.

Judge:               What you did was very brave,

                        young girl.

                        So then, what happened next?

 

Ema:                Just then there was another

                        flash of lightning, and that's

                        when I saw... the Blue Badger!

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           Are you sure about this?

Ema:                Of course! See?

                        I even drew a picture of him

                        here!

Edgeworth:        But...

Edgeworth:        the Head Detective of Criminal

                        Affairs thought up this

                        hideous beast.

Edgeworth:        And that was just this year...

Edgeworth:        The Blue Badger didn't exist

                        two years ago.

                        This is all quite verifiable.

Ema:                I know it sounds strange. I

                        was surprised too when I saw

                        him at the Police Department.

Ema:                I had this nagging feeling

                        that I'd seen him before

                        somewhere.

Ema:                Now I finally remember!

Phoenix:           (Oh, brother. Just when you

                        thought that thing had caused

                        enough commotion...)

Judge:               Tell us...

                        Where in the room did you see

                        him dancing?

 

Ema:                He wasn't in the room,

                        but I'm sure I saw his

                        shadow!

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           His shadow?

Phoenix:           So you mean, you didn't

                        actually see his face, with

                        its winning smile and all?

Ema:                That's right... but I still

                        remember it.

                        He had three creepy horns...

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        This is pointless!

Edgeworth:        That thing couldn't have

                        possibly existed two years

                        ago...

Edgeworth:        The witness must be mistaken!

Phoenix:           OBJECTION!

Phoenix:           That may well be...

Phoenix:           but what's important is what

                        caused her to think she saw

                        what she did.

Edgeworth:        Oh? And I suppose you have an

                        explanation?

Edgeworth:        If so, then by all means...

                        please tell us what this

                        "shadow" really was!

Phoenix:           (What was it Ema saw when that

                        lightning flashed?)

Phoenix:           (Who is this "Blue Badger"

                        really...?)

 

[E5-08-06]

                        A> I just might know...

                        B> I'm not sure

 

[E5-08-06-A]

Answer: I just might know...

 

[Continue at E5-08-06-C]

 

[E5-08-06-B]

Answer: I'm not sure

 

Phoenix:           I absolutely and positively

                        have no idea whatsoever!

Ema:                ...

Edgeworth:        ...

Judge:               Well, it's always good to be

                        sure of oneself!

Edgeworth:        Apparently it helps when

                        trying to overlook one's

                        failures...

Ema:                But I know what I saw! I'm

                        not making this up!

Ema:                Mr. Wright, please!

                        You've got to believe me...

Phoenix:           Ema...

 

Phoenix:           (The Blue Badger didn't even

                        exist two years ago...)

Phoenix:           (So what exactly did Ema see?)

Phoenix:           (I've gathered all the

                        evidence. All that's left

                        now...)

Phoenix:           (is to put the pieces of the

                        puzzle together...)

 

[E5-08-06-C]

 

Phoenix:           (The Blue Badger hadn't even

                        been dreamed up when Ema drew

                        this picture.)

Phoenix:           (Yet she's certain she saw its

                        "shadow"!)

Phoenix:           Ladies and gentlemen...

Phoenix:           It is the defense's belief

                        that on that fateful day two

                        years ago...

Phoenix:           there indeed was something

                        that looked similar to the

                        Blue Badger...

Phoenix:           Something that is now sitting

                        in this very room!

Ema:                Mr. Wright...!

Judge:               In this room?

                        Very well, Mr. Wright.

Judge:               What is it that the witness

                        saw in that instant?

Judge:               Please show us this mysterious

                        "Blue Badger" look-alike!

 

[E5-08-07]

                        A> Present incorrect evidence

                        B> Present correct evidence

 

[E5-08-07-A]

Answer: Present incorrect evidence

 

Phoenix:           Behold! In her confusion,

                        the witness mistook this

                        for the Blue Badger!

Edgeworth:        The only person mistaking

                        anything around here is you.

Phoenix:           Huh?

Judge:               This doesn't look anything

                        like the Blue Badger!

Phoenix:           Oh. Uh, give me a second

                        here...

Phoenix:           (I'd better take another look

                        at the evidence... from every

                        angle!)

 

[Return to testimony.]

 

[E5-08-07-B]

Answer: Present Unstable Jar

 

Phoenix:           The mysterious "Blue Badger"

                        was in fact... this!

Judge:               But that's...

                        Er, what exactly is that?

Phoenix:           I believe it's some sort of

                        jar.

Ema:                But Mr. Wright! That doesn't

                        look anything like the Blue

                        Badger!

Phoenix:           Indeed it doesn't. As it

                        stands now, it's just a plain

                        jar.

Phoenix:           However...

                        What if we were to change our

                        viewpoint?

Judge:               Our viewpoint...?

Phoenix:           (I've got to show them the

                        correct angle to look at this

                        from!)

 

[E5-08-08]

                        A> Present incorrect angle

                        B> Present correct angle

 

[E5-08-08-A]

Answer: Present incorrect angle

 

Phoenix:           (This isn't right... I've got

                        to make it look more like the

                        Badger!)

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        Allow me to remind the defense

                        its case hinges on the

                        witness's drawing.

Edgeworth:        If Mr. Wright can't match the

                        shape the witness drew, we

                        cannot accept his claim!

Phoenix:           (I've got to find just the

                        right angle!)

Phoenix:           (Maybe I should rotate it

                        vertically a bit more... or

                        horizontally...?)

Ema:                Come on, Mr. Wright!

                        You can do it!

Phoenix:           (I've got to show them the

                        correct angle to look at this

                        from!)

 

[Return to E5-08-08]

 

[E5-08-08-B]

Answer: Present correct angle

 

Phoenix:           Well...?

                        Is this a miracle or what?

Phoenix:           No one can possibly deny this

                        jar's resemblance to the Blue

                        Badger!

Edgeworth:        No...

                        It can't be!!!

Judge:               Order! Order!

Judge:               The defense has proven its

                        claim.

Judge:               The mysterious "Blue Badger"

                        witnessed on the day of the

                        crime was actually this...

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        Although we all enjoyed Mr.

                        Wright's dramatic performance,

                        one question remains...

Edgeworth:        What's your point!?

Phoenix:           What do you mean?

Edgeworth:        So that Badger thing was

                        actually just a jar.

Edgeworth:        That doesn't change anything!

Phoenix:           OBJECTION!

Phoenix:           I'm afraid that's where you're

                        wrong, Mr. Edgeworth.

Phoenix:           You see...

                        this changes everything!

Edgeworth:        Indeed? Very well, then.

                        Please tell us...

Edgeworth:        What's different now that we

                        know the witness saw this jar?

 

[E5-08-09]

                        A> The location

                        B> The murder weapon

                        C> The murderer

 

[E5-08-09-A]

Answer: The location

 

[Continue at E5-08-09-D]

 

[E5-08-09-B]

Answer: The murder weapon

 

[Continue at E5-08-09-D]

 

[E5-08-09-C]

Answer: The murderer

 

[Continue at E5-08-09-D]

 

[E5-08-09-D]

 

Phoenix:           Allow me to take these in

                        turn.

Phoenix:           At the moment of the murder,

                        the witness saw this jar.

Edgeworth:        Not only that, but she saw it

                        at a very specific angle.

Phoenix:           Knowing this, where could she

                        have seen this jar?

Judge:               Where...?

Phoenix:           The location of the jar is

                        shown in a picture taken on

                        the day of the crime.

Phoenix:           It's on a shelf in the office

                        of Damon Gant.

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        But the body was found lying

                        near Lana Skye's desk!

Edgeworth:        The witness testified so

                        herself!

Phoenix:           OBJECTION!

Phoenix:           Yes! And it is these two facts

                        that reveal what actually

                        transpired!

Phoenix:           You see...

Phoenix:           The struggle between Darke and

                        Marshall did not take place in

                        Lana Skye's office!

Phoenix:           It happened on the other side

                        of the room, in Chief Gant's

                        office!

Edgeworth:        OBJECTION!

Edgeworth:        Are you implying the murderer

                        moved the victim's body?

Edgeworth:        From Damon Gant's office to

                        Lana Skye's office?

Phoenix:           Yes.

Edgeworth:        Why would he do that!?

                        There's no reason!

Phoenix:           Exactly.

Edgeworth:        !

Phoenix:           If there wasn't a "reason"...

                        he wouldn't have gone through

                        the trouble.

Phoenix:           The only logical conclusion...

                        is that there was a "reason."

Judge:               Do you know what that reason

                        was, Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:           (I've finally figured it out...)

Phoenix:           (So this is why Lana tried to

                        stop the trial!)

Phoenix:           (It's too late to quit now,

                        though.)

Phoenix:           Please recall the witness's

                        testimony.

Phoenix:           She said she knocked away the

                        man who was holding up the

                        knife.

Phoenix:           In the next instant, the jar

                        was hit and flew threw the

                        air.

Phoenix:           Now tell me...

                        What could have sent the jar

                        flying?

Judge:               That would have to have

                        been...

Judge:               the impact the man made when

                        he was knocked into the wall?

Phoenix:           Ladies and gentlemen...

                        if I may draw your attention

                        to this picture once more.

Phoenix:           If the man was knocked in the

                        direction of the shelf the jar

                        was sitting on...

Phoenix:           what would he have hit?

Ema:                A-AHHHHHH...

Judge:               The suit of armor!

                        Holding... a very sharp and

                        dangerous-looking sword...

Phoenix:           Yes.

Phoenix:           And since the man who was

                        knocked into the armor was

                        carrying a broken knife...

Phoenix:           he would have had to have been

                        Neil Marshall, wielding the

                        Prosecutor's Award.

Edgeworth:        No...

                        Mr. Wright...

                        You can't be thinking...

Phoenix:           Yes.

Phoenix:           There is another possibility

                        of what actually happened in

                        that room.

Judge:               Another possibility?

Phoenix:           Of course the perpetrator

                        would have had no idea, but

                        nevertheless!

Phoenix:           ...

                        (I... I don't know if I can go

                        through with this...)

Judge:               Mr. Wright? What's the matter?

Edgeworth:        If events took place as the

                        defense theorizes...

                        Then the outcome is obvious.

Edgeworth:        In that moment...

Edgeworth:        assuming the man Ema Skye

                        knocked away was actually

                        Prosecutor Neil Marshall...

Ema:                You mean...

Ema:                Mr. Marshall died...

                        because of... me...?

Ema:                NOOOOOOOOO!!!

 

                        *thud*

 

Edgeworth:        I never imagined her testimony

                        would lead to this...

Judge:               So it was the witness who took

                        the victim's life...

Judge:               and then proved so with her

                        own testimony!

Judge:               This is unprecedented!

 

                        OBJECTION!

 

Lana:                What...

                        What are you saying!?

Phoenix:           I'm sorry, Ms. Skye, but

                        given the circumstances...

Lana:                Joe Darke murdered Prosecutor

                        Marshall!

Lana:                How can you think it was Ema!?

                        How dare you try to pin the

                        crime on her!?

Edgeworth:        Imagine that, coming from you.

Lana:                !

Edgeworth:        If you recall, it was you who

                        admitted to forging evidence

                        two years ago.

Edgeworth:        The reason you moved

                        Prosecutor Marshall's body...

Edgeworth:        was to keep anyone else from

                        finding out about what Ema

                        did, wasn't it?

Lana:                I assure you, Mr. Edgeworth,

                        I have no idea what you're

                        talking about.

Lana:                If you hope to have anyone

                        believe your insane

                        allegations,

Lana:                I'm afraid you're going to

                        have to have proof.

Lana:                Tell me...

Lana:                Do you have any conclusive

                        evidence that proves my

                        sister killed Neil Marshall?

Phoenix:           E-evidence?

Lana:                I'm willing to bet you don't.

Judge:               Yes... it certainly would be

                        difficult to prove this with

                        evidence.

Edgeworth:        If we don't have evidence,

Edgeworth:        then we'll have to rely on

                        testimony.

Lana:                I'm afraid that won't work in

                        this case.

Lana:                Both parties involved in the

                        incident are dead.

Phoenix:           ...!

Phoenix:           (We certainly can't get dead

                        people to testify.)

Phoenix:           (This has all been a wild

                        goose chase from the

                        beginning!)

Edgeworth:        Hmph. Touche, Ms. Skye.

Edgeworth:        Of course...

                        That only leaves us with one

                        possibility.

Phoenix:           ...!

                        (You mean, there's still

                        another possibility?)

Judge:               What do you mean, Mr.

                        Edgeworth?

Edgeworth:        I mean, the possibility that

                        the victim left us a

                        message.

Edgeworth:        For better or for worse, Mr.

                        Marshall did not die

                        instantly.

Edgeworth:        He may have left behind the

                        name of the person who took

                        his life...

Edgeworth:        somehow.

Lana:                That's...

                        That's impossible!

Judge:               Well, Mr. Wright? This is the

                        only possibility left to you.

Judge:               A message from the deceased...

                        Does such a message exist?

Phoenix:           (I've got to think back to the

                        Court Record!)

Phoenix:           The real murderer's name that

                        the victim may have left

                        behind...

 

[E5-08-10]

                        A> is in the evidence.

                        B> doesn't exist.

 

[E5-08-10-A]

Answer: is in the evidence.

 

[Continue at E5-08-10-C]

 

[E5-08-10-B]

Answer: doesn't exist.

 

Phoenix:           (No...)

Phoenix:           (There's no way a dead person

                        could tell the murderer's

                        name!)

Judge:               Well.

                        It looks like this is as far

                        as we can go with this.

Edgeworth:        Mr. Wright.

Edgeworth:        You disappoint me.

Edgeworth:        I never thought you the type

                        to let feelings cloud your

                        judgment.

Phoenix:           My feelings...?

Edgeworth:        If we overlook the victim's

                        message...

Edgeworth:        one he would have written with

                        literally his last breath,

Edgeworth:        then everything will be lost

                        in darkness!

Phoenix:           (Perhaps that thing really is

                        the clue I'm looking for.)

Phoenix:           (This is it.)

Phoenix:           (I can't afford any more

                        mistakes.)

 

[Continue at E5-08-10-C]

 

[E5-08-10-C]

 

Phoenix:           This "message" from the

                        deceased...

                        is already in our possession.

Lana:                Mr. Wright!

Lana:                Will you stop at nothing to

                        prove my sister a murderer?

Edgeworth:        Do not be mistaken, Ms. Skye.

Lana:                ...!

Edgeworth:        Our purpose is not to accuse

                        Ema of any crime.

Edgeworth:        There is only one thing we

                        seek:

Edgeworth:        the truth.

Edgeworth:        No matter how painful it may

                        be.

Judge:               Now then, Mr. Wright.

Judge:               Please show us the piece of

                        evidence... that conveys

                        a message from the deceased!

 

[E5-08-11]

                        A> Present incorrect evidence

                        B> Present correct evidence

 

[E5-08-11-A]

Answer: Present incorrect evidence

 

Phoenix:           This is a message from the

                        deceased!

Judge:               Right...

Judge:               Now then.

                        This is a message from the

                        judge!

Phoenix:           Oh...

                        (I guess that wasn't right.)

Phoenix:           (If a dead person left

                        behind a message...

Phoenix:           it would have to be in written

                        form. That's the only logical

                        conclusion.)

Edgeworth:        You'd better be careful, or

                        you might wind up deceased

                        yourself.

Judge:               Let's try this again.

Judge:               Now then, Mr. Wright.

Judge:               Please show us the piece of

                        evidence... that conveys

                        a message from the deceased!

 

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[E5-08-11-B]

Answer: Present Unstable Jar

 

Phoenix:           This is the message left by

                        the deceased.

Judge:               This is that "Blue Badger"

                        from before, right?

Lana:                Oh, is he going to just speak

                        the killer's name?

Edgeworth:        If that thing could, I'm sure

                        it would.

Phoenix:           (Looks like everyone's

                        forgotten this is just a jar.)

Phoenix:           A message was left here...

                        on the surface of this jar.

Judge:               What do you mean?

Phoenix:           If you look closely,

                        you can see a faint trail of

                        blood on this jar.

Edgeworth:        It looks like someone wiped

                        the blood away.

Lana:                ...

Phoenix:           Yes, but notice:

Phoenix:           for some reason...

                        the blood on some of the

                        fragments was not wiped away.

Judge:               Yes... there is a line here...

                        drawn in blood!

Edgeworth:        So what you're saying,

Edgeworth:        is these "dots"...

                        were once lines!

Phoenix:           Prosecutor Marshall did not

                        die instantly.

Phoenix:           He used the few precious

                        moments left to him to leave

                        behind a message!

Edgeworth:        One that someone apparently

                        wiped away...

Edgeworth:        But blood must have seeped

                        into the jar where the lines

                        change directions.

Phoenix:           Precisely so! All we need to

                        do is connect these points...

Phoenix:           and the victim's message will

                        become apparent!

Lana:                N-no...!

Judge:               Mr. Wright!

Judge:               What kind of message did the

                        victim leave for us!?

Phoenix:           Your Honor...

                        I believe these blood stains

                        will reveal to us the answer!

Phoenix:           (I've got to connect these

                        dots to make letters.)

Phoenix:           (There's only one thing the

                        victim would have written,

                        given the circumstances:)

Phoenix:           (The murderer's name!)

 

[E5-08-12]

                        A>Connect incorrectly

                        B>Connect correctly

 

[E5-08-12-A]

Answer: Connect incorrectly

 

Phoenix:           What do you think!? I came up

                        with this message!

Judge:               Hmm... Yes...

Judge:               I feel like I'm teaching

                        handwriting to a student

                        who is all thumbs...

Edgeworth:        I think you should make him

                        write out "I won't do it

                        again" 100 times.

Phoenix:           (I never was much good at

                        handwriting... I guess I'll

                        check the court record...)

Judge:               Mr. Wright!

Judge:               What kind of message did the

                        victim leave for us!?

Phoenix:           Your Honor...

                        I believe these blood stains

                        will reveal to us the answer!

Phoenix:           (I've got to connect these

                        dots to make letters.)

Phoenix:           (There's only one thing the

                        victim would have written,

                        given the circumstances:)

Phoenix:           (The murderer's name!)

 

[Return to E5-08-12]

 

[E5-08-12-B]

Answer: Connect correctly

 

Phoenix:           (It's a defense attorney's

                        duty to prove his client's

                        innocence.)

Phoenix:           (That's why all I've been

                        thinking about is saving

                        Lana.)

Phoenix:           (After all my efforts, I never

                        thought it would turn out

                        like this!)

 

                        "Ema"...

 

Edgeworth:        So this is the final message

                        Prosecutor Marshall left

                        behind.

Judge:               Of all people...

Judge:               She may not have meant it...

                        but in the end, the one who

                        took the victim's life...

Phoenix:           was Ema Skye.

???:                  See, Worthy? Can't say I

                        didn't warn you.

Edgeworth:        Chief Gant...

Gant:                Do you understand the

                        implications of what you've

                        done?

Edgeworth:        What...?

                        What are you talking about?

Gant:                Two years ago,

                        Joe Darke was sentenced to

                        death.

Gant:                He was convicted because of

                        his final murder.

Gant:                I believe you were the

                        prosecutor in the case, were

                        you not?

Edgeworth:        Ack!

Gant:                Yes, Worthy.

Gant:                Because of you... an innocent

                        man was sentenced to death.

Gant:                Not only that...

                        but you used forged evidence

                        to ensure his conviction!

Edgeworth:        K-kkckck!

                        KKCKRRAAAAHH!!!

Phoenix:           OBJECTION!

Phoenix:           But Joe Darke really was a

                        serial murderer!

                        That's undeniable!

Gant:                I'm afraid that's not

                        important.

Gant:                Didn't you know? We aren't

                        defenders of justice.

Phoenix:           What?

Gant:                We're merely keepers of the

                        law.

Gant:                Sentencing a man to death...

                        is no light matter.

Gant:                Even if there wasn't any

                        cover-up or evidence

                        forgery...

Gant:                ultimately the responsibility

                        falls on the prosecutor in

                        charge.

Edgeworth:        !

Gant:                Despite what anyone may say,

                        this fact cannot be denied.

 

                        What's going on at the

                        Prosecutor's Office!?

 

                        They might have sent an

                        innocent man to his death!

 

                        How can he just stand there,

                        like it wasn't his fault!?

 

Judge:               Order! Order! Order!

                        ORDEEEEERRR!!!

 

Phoenix:           The gavel's pounding fell on

                        deaf ears...

Phoenix:           Unable to settle the crowd,

                        the judge declared a recess.

Phoenix:           Where this trial is headed,

                        no one knows...

 

 

To Be Continued

 

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